Corpses of lost loves
Fettered to my heart
With chains of
If only
Sinking in the slow quicksand
Of should have
Weighing it down
With the heaviness of hope
Yet the sun still rises
And the birds still sing
While it lingers behind
Drowsy from denial
Trying to buy its way out
Taking out loans
Made poor paying the usury
To maintain its dream
Impoverished of presence of mind
A heart unresolved
Picking petals from a daisy
She loves me
She loves me not
A soul drawn and quartered
By the horses of desire
Torn in diverse directions
Like a crew of sailors rowing against the wind
With sails full opened wide
Till sweet powerlessness
Falls
Like morning rain on
On fallow ground
Plowed and broken in the night
And i sweetly bleed
Into my tears
Turning water into wine

Nice poem .