Heartache

There’s a sadness for this poets heart
Who can see really so much of life
An ant on a wall that’s not going to fall
Apparently Far far from strife
And the same eyes see two lovers
Out there
On a Rowing boat almost midstream
Richly decked in cupids ardour
Both feeling themselves through their dream

Then there’s me all alone
with a heart now that’s old
It’s been pumping for many a year
It’s been to the Andes some 6000 poems
It rises and falls and it’s clear

It wanted to feel like those lovers
In that rowboat midstream years before
But instead it’s all dried up and waiting
For the person that it did adore
It lost in a Moment of sadness
Reaching out it just couldn’t see
And so its resigned now to a lonely existence
and the end game when ever that be

A moment of
Sadness that had to be discharged for me to carry on