In time, he was once, twice, three times afflicted
Burdened with a broken heart built to appease
some wondered what scenes his mind’s eye depicted
Loneliness, an excruciating disease
When her false light found purchase in his darkness
he blindly caressed and nurtured it with ease
Damned to fantasy, empty like a harkness
he courted each one, determined to impress
until each rejection reveled in starkness
Pity the lonesome loser mired in this mess
His poor heart needs to heal and to convalesce
photo: Pixabay
prompt: #OctPoWriMo – Day 12
Writing and Reflections 
Oh what pitiful existence.
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I sometimes think that finding love that lasts is the exception rather than the rule. I feel for him.
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I think you’re right. It can be so hard.
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skillfully constructed character study
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Thank you. The prompt was “Tortured Love.” I struggled with the idea and stumbled my way into this. 🙂 The suggested poem form helped!
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