DISTRAUGHT

Distraught
By james a. galgano

Distraught Shame on such misdeeds thoughtlessly committed seemingly without a care.
Though no fault was admitted it was apparent where the blame lies prone
While parties affected are both far away and alone unable to make sense
At whose expense such deeds go invariably without recrimination or penalty
For where love is concerned two parties share equally in the accountability
Within the unending register which opens and shuts for change never completed
Lovelorn emotions so often depleted by the hurt we cause without thought or avenue.
There we see our love and life draped before us upon drawn canvas in view.
Hoping beyond all shadow of ill-defined doubt where nightmares often occur
There is where life and love blend in time yet by misconception too often blurred.
Unfortunately incurred upon misbegotten lines extending often out into space
Where love is lore and life disgraced upon unending dotted line into unending grace
How where were these lips and eyes so often quiver for one moment to savor your loving face?
Upon endless lips forever resigned where love holds desire elusive by design demure
What love is lost inscription?
On written page ill defined upon and within forgettable mind or face
Where my fleeting hopes lie deep in the shadow of your endless embrace