"To Drink"

CLAYTON BARTEL

 

I gazed into the wellspring of life
And there I saw, staring back at my eyes,
Beauty and vivacity that once gave me rise,
The woman who should be my wife.

The source no longer fills my ethereal cup.
To seep from inside my soul, the essence of life,
Not to be loved is what causes my strife,
Giving up whatever it is I give up.

Things have taken a turn for the worse in me
I am losing the inspiration, the wellspring of life,
Drawn out, tapped out, stressed out, emptiness rife.
Like a river that empties into the endless sea.

Becoming disenchanted with the giving of a gift
Of self, allowing my self to float, I drift.

 

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