Kerras77 Poetry (3)

Little is as always was
When romance still was king
Days of prose and days of poems
And days of songs to sing
I looked across a sea of smiles
And none were turned to me
For old I was in my ways
And not I'm meant to be

In the time of here and now
Another man is sought
His mouth must curse the one he's with
And she'll so be caught
Call her whore, call her slut
To you they will gather
Be like me and show respect
And son you will not have her

I have tried to be the man
That I was taught to be
Do not curse, show respect
Just brought me misery
I sometimes try to wear a mask
And be the cur girls seek
Soon still I find it is not me
Back to romantic geek

Lonely fool,
I lie in a pool of tears.
Darkness is my friend.
The day brings fear,
The day brings anger.
Drowning in sorrow.
My prayers for salvation
Fall on deaf ears.

Lonely fool,
I awake to screaming.
My voice is hoarse.
Working hard brings pain,
Working hard brings suffering.
Disabled now I lie.
My prayers for deliverance
Fall on deaf ears.

Lonely fool,
I am lost in this world.
My eyes are weary.
"I seek love", "you're desperate"
"I seek love", "you're lying"
Call them whores and bitches.
This is what they want
Respect is dead.

Oh life,
Is it to be my path?
Is her path to remain hidden?
Will she see the embers?
Or do ashes cover embers?
Will the waning warmth,
of a weary heart, light her way?

Oh love,
Is hope worth the pain?
Can hope survive the lashing
of cold relentless doubt?
Hours or days?
Should I approach as bold
Or will she turn into my night?

Unsure,
My stare seen as intent to stalk,
My smile seen as desperation,
My approach as attack,
Where attraction lies,
I leave it lie,
And miss opportunity so.