Dead End

Your existence
created from guilt,
responsibilities,
and fear
remains trapped
in that other world
a self imposed imprisonment
within the iron bars of  your conscience 
while I'm left on the outside
looking in
having lost the ability
to look ahead

Bold words of liberation
passing over your lips
this time
and this time
and this time
only a momentary passion 
as the heart lacks the courage
to face the ensuing pain
while another heart 
continues to endure
the empty words
and broken promises

Home Poetry Guestbook