Final Version of Poem
Abandoned
Just like the warehouse, with walls made of glass
I hopelessly shout love at the ones that I see pass
To never know return when constantly alone
Except for shattered panes of windows killed with stone
The travelled road of life wears underneath my feet
I turn off empty road and onto barren street
While waves and simple small talk have been all to pause my path
I welcome consequences and live the aftermath
One after another is my history of the trade
I'd write down all the names but they're lost in the fade
With every new one met another's left behind
But how to see the chances if the shots I've made are blind?
Trapped in a ring of kindness met with ire
Evapourated tears are just water fought with fire
A metal plate of armour keeps my outside hard
My inner microwave, however, shows my heart is charred
So often I've had thoughts, and yet it's voice I lack
Now I speak so well, but no sound echoes back
Perhaps it's not the pitch or the frequency I yearn
But the thought of noise returning without any concern
Although my road is long and journeyed on my own
Events of my past are ones I must condone
Expecting nothing more than to be onward-bound
With questions often asked, and answers seldom found