To Be Denied
Balancing on the edge of the world,
I saw my love go by,
Never to be realized.
Stretching out the limits of my sanity,
I gave a primal cry,
Only too ready to die.
Submitting to romantic ruminations,
I poisoned my soul to sanctify,
the never-ending love that purifies.
Screaming out a bleak existence,
I touch the painted lie,
Only to be denied.
© Deena Remiel, 2010.
