To Love No More

is a dreary trek,

a trudge across

frozen ice above

a Lake of Frozen Tears

shed

over Love Lost.

I see the Pillar of Lost Esteem

brimming with weepings;

a Wall of Broken Hearts

each telling their story

in the cacophony;

an Ocean of Salted Wounds

tossed onto the Shores of Unrequited Love.

To Love No More

is to begin

a journey

no one wants to take

or reach that destination

we all know is Despair Complete.

Along the way

I see those who gave up;

who've sowed

Anger-Plants to mark their passing;

Anger Plants growing in

the Jungle of Bitter Regrets

and Harsh Regards.

Swaying plants lash out

when you pass,

crimson stripes on your legs

while below your feet

there are the small raging mind-sets,

strewn with scattered

weeping

abandoned

friends.

There are hordes of Self-Flagulatters

and Blamers

who fly overhead

dropping stones-

whispering names

and recriminations;

hordes trekking on and on.

I am buffeted, reeling;

and

my footing is unstable;

because cracks below my feet

reveal

Mental Instabilities

reaching up

as I walk by

grabbing my legs,

trying to pull me down

below to

bottom-less gravity.

A man says to me

'Follow me

I am lost too.'

A woman says

'Let's drink blood'

I stall on this path,

for it is clear

to Love Again

in all its hurts

cannot be worse

than this.

The Horrifics stare at me

as I pass

saying:

'Don't come back here.

You don't really belong.

You are not really dead inside.'

I guess I'd prefer

the risk Loving Once More

and inch

toward feeling once more

rather than visit this

place

of death

again.