Passion (A Poem)

Why do I reach

For an emotional breach

When all that it brings

Is more of lifes savage beatings

To seek for oneself a purpose

Despite knowing the outcome be fruitless

Yet for one to present to you so strong

And make you forget all that could go wrong

But the fact still remains

That love is just delayed pain

Still in spite of my bitter grief

And incessantly waining belief

I keep your picture in my wallet

To keep a vain hope alive, at least in spirit

That one day maybe dreams can become real?

Even if the journey is brutal

For now I survive

Though I do not know what it means to be alive

There's only one thing I know to be true

My passion, ever longing, for you