labyrinth mine, where seeks a soul
long laid to rest, cage shapen'd toll
taunt tales of love past even sense
let her lie...there is no recompense

long left alone, cot dreary isolation
with only faux words of consolation
romance, showering its complexity
to chance, bringing more perplexity

why seek for her now, long alone
waiting ages after you were gone
wants, needs mourning in arrears
hours, months, years, past tears...

go away, fie on your final attention
why breathe her name, a mention
dregs of honour, only an invention
under pall no congress, convention

shaft of stone, gaunt guard doth lie
blink back a curse, prepared to die
unwitting will not travel here, a fear
in finding what was once held dear

bewilderments, anxiety, frustration
life crawled on in little exhaultation
shall leave this tale in abbreviation
go, begone, your sorry infatuation

© 2007 Elaine Loraine d'Orgain
aka Rennie Lorca