Always And Forever

- Gothic Love Poetry

Mournful Solitude

 I wait here for you to return

But you are in a far country

Living your life and dreams with someone new

I remain here in my solitude

Playing wistful music to help me through the days

Softly plucked chords sooth my trouble brow

I lose myself in the wondrous sounds I hear

And my mind returns to happier days

I have grown a bear since we last met

A long white beard like Old Methuselah

Have I become a wise old wizard?

Or sad and lonely old man

I think the decay set in long ago

I shall find myself a small dark hole

In which I can huddle up

And block out the world

I need my own piece of land

In which to live out my days

Lost in a world of mournful solitude

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