"... unclothed and defenseless"

@Uootem

Unclothed and defenseless
before a thoughtless universe
still the poet in me must confess
he could not survive without such verse
for he must have a release to let emotions go.

Must he write so much otiose poetry
about a love that will never again be?
when nothing remains to be taken from him
but an empty soul and a heart grown dim
and those were promised away long ago.

No nothing more can be taken away
for everything left on a long ago day
and now so many words must remain unspoken
all that was everything is now shattered and broken
but still the words and phrases must flow.

These poems don't say or mean anything
since they will never cause her heart to sing
they don't adequately describe what my heart feels
for translation to the page their passion steals
a passion only a lost lover could know.

Tears without ceasing flow from poetic eyes
when I realize that unread poems are lies
and days are for starting and nights are for rest
how can I expect either when I lost the best
and when alone time moves so slow.

But still there is truth and there is meaning
hidden between the lines for the gleaning
voices that have no echo speak within each word
but what value have sounds that are never heard?
for she can't perceive emotions that I can't let show.

Only memories remain of who we were
and I must endure a lifetime away from her
and keep such emotions under lock and key
so only the poet can share what was once me
then why I ask, must my love still grow?

When love can never be shared again
and we can never walk hand and hand
and there is no wishing to a falling star
this no longer matters, its not who we are
just writing of love does not make it so...

Still unclothed and defenseless before a thoughtless universe
the poet in me must confess... he cannot survive without such verse.