Love is a gamble,
A mystery of sorts.
A long twisted warfare,
Leaving no open doors.
But solitary is the sudden death,
Of feelings left unexpressed.
Alone it is worse,
An indivisible curse.
The shadows distorting and twisting around me,
Throw my soul down on bended knee.
But beneath those shadows too distant to see,
Lurks the silver lining that answers my plea.
Musing and circling deep within me,
A poet of its own depression can be.