Life is getting very bleak, I don’t think I will find the love I seek,
The future is seemingly black, and I know there is no going back,
The chances for success, are becoming less and less,
I have poured out my soul and heart, we still remain miles apart,
I have exposed the real me, for very few to see,
They will not forget, I will probably regret,
All I have to offer is me, not enough I see,
My love, heart, help and desire, not enough to light anyone’s fire,
Feeling less amused, but totally confused,
I have lost, so I must let her be, there is nothing else to do, I see,
But my love for her is so deep, it even robs me of sleep,
I am in so much emotional pain, maybe a blade deep into a vein,
No, its the way out of the cheat, its not me, its not neat,
To myself I must confess, not leave others to clean up the mess,
In the world you can only help a few, I only wanted to give her a life that was true,
There is a lot more to her than meets the eye, but she is caged and not allowed to fly,
Her potential has no bounds, she needs to hear the right sounds,
Now I see, they are not destined to come from me,
I’ve tried my best, can’t keep up with the rest,
My love she will deny, so I may just curl up and die,
I will push no more, just close the door,
Hide in obscurity, never again seek purity,
My last wish from this mess, is that she find love and total success,
I should have known, as a mere male, I was destined to fail,
I know that seclusion is a must, I must admit it is her I still love and trust,
Like a sister or best friend, I had hoped it would be until the end,
Wrong again, I must have been insane,
Time to let her go, never to let my inner self show,
Its too much of an emotional drain, impossible pain,
Never, never, never again,
Time to allow myself to grow old, forever staying alone and cold,
I’ve said my piece, I’ll say no more, I’ll just curl up here and die on the floor.
Life is getting very bleak, I don’t think I will find the love I seek,
Steve Corke
3/8/97