I sit here alone now,
broken and battered by
the storms of life.

Such a terrible storm,
full of hellish lightning
and fearful hail.
A storm to end them all.

My soul has been truly battered
and distorted by life’s woes.
Torn asunder, reformed,
torn asunder once more.

Love will conquer all
so they say.
I used to believe this.
Not anymore though.

Today’s women know not the
joys of true love.
For them, it is a fleeting thing,
to be ignored forever.

For them, love is simply a tool
to use and distort at their leisure.
Never soul deep,
never real.

This soul is broken now.
Smashed to pieces on
bitter cold rocks.
Drowned completely.

This soul shall never trust again,
Shall never love again,
shall depart unwanted.
Uncared for.

Unloved.