by Michael Plante

People searching for love
people searching for a partner
people looking in the darkness
for something that isn’t there.

Cry out in the loneliness of despair
cry out to the silence of the night
call forth the Gods
plead your case.

Tired the bones become
battered and bruised
abuse is settlement of a contentious mind
in the absence of love.

Better days to come
better days have passed
empty hands that searched for love
now decrepit and useless.

This is a life not well lived
for disparity holds dead flowers of the heart
if just one more day could be held
things may change.

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