GIVEUPPANCE

GIVEUPPANCE -- 2/4/2006

now every time i see You i feel Dismayed.

it's like i've bled, Exhilaration

no longer to be found, all Infatuation

spent... as if never ever 'twas Assayed.

now every time i think of You there's Emptiness.

i expect no more, all hope is Gone,

feel again as before, to Spurn prone,

on reality thrown back and wrapt in Numbness.

now every time i reach for You, i found Nothing,

nor shadow, nor substance, only the Laughter

of a white swan, trying away Her wings...

and yet, how beautifully She swings

among the clouds, while i remain the Sifter

of dried sand and watch my life's Withering...