It seems black clouds are rolling in,
the gray disappeared,
the rainbows all turned to dust,
the pot of gold is filled with broken dreams.
It seems that love is just a word,
not the emotion it used to be,
nothing more than empty promises on a wall,
where my heart once bled for you.
Does the blackness mean the end,
or will I see hope
in the eyes of true love’s glory,
or will I never see it again in my lifetime.
Taste of bittersweet memories
growing only bitter now,
my soul lays parched like a shattered spirit,
hold out a lifeline so I will not turn black.
Let me again see the rainbows,
filling my dead heart
with but a kiss to let me live again.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2021