One last poem before I’m gone into the wilderness never to venture to your love again.
Rest and be at ease as I apologize for my sudden need.
I feel weak and delusional, my mind seeks something I fear in you.
Is it rage, is it peace, regardless the desire.
Regardless the hour, My love for you reached a height as bright as Christ with twice his Power.
But I felt disbelief in seeing you weren’t the same.
You and I both know the truth, which makes it hard to prove,
So here’s my last poem to the one Love I’ll always Mourn.
In the words of Cream, “We’re Going Wrong”