A Labour of Love...

Inspiration runs dry,
I yearn for poetic romance
And yet I believe in no fairy tale.
Some justice?
Innate sadness, no reason
Elation, no reason.
Fragmented.Disconnected.
Internal struggles for nothing,
The mundane eats into me
As I crave for comfort and affection.
I search, I hunt, I crave
No luck, no grace.
Deliverance not a choice.
I wonder why gloom overwhelms me
Lack of purpose.
I turn to my unfailing solace
With no respite.
Mundane has struck again.
Romance out of the door.
I can write no more.
Disappointment,annoyance.
I pull him back into me...
An extension of me
I refuse to give up
Dying flame.
Ennui, my arch enemy.
The flicker of hope remains
As I make this my premeditated effort
My conviction to retrieve an old flame
My perseverance.
A Labour of Love.