THERE WAS…

There is not a star that shines for me.

There were some—

when they shone beside me.

Now the darkness enfolds.

Sometimes I think

I've no star left in the sky.

There is not a flower that moves me.

There were some—

when they appealed to my eyes and senses.

Now the thorns prick.

I live all my days hurt.

There is not a place that keeps me upright.

There was a place—

that kept me neat and cheered me fresh.

Now the four walls crush me.

Sometimes I think

I've no place left to live on this earth.

There is not an iota of happiness.

There was happiness—

that honed and exhilarated my mind and senses.

Now the sadness dulls everything.

Sometimes I feel

I've no way to regain happiness.

There is not a person who loves me.

There were some—

who showered me with love.

Now they ebb like fluorescent light.

I've no voice of love left.

There is no hope that keeps me going.

There was some—

that furthered my strength.

Now the dope of despair has conquered.

I've no life to lead.

There is not a mind to live a life.

There was one—

that busied my life to become a success.

Now, having understood this transitory life,

I've no meaning to understand better.

There is no longing for the world.

There was one—

when I had your love.

I was flying higher than heaven.

Now look at me—

I cannot imagine this mighty fall.

There is no easy way to get love.

There was one I had—

that kept my love as love.

Now the hatred surrounds.

How easy it is to fall in love,

and how hard to stay there.

There is no feeling left for writing lines.

There were feelings—

that carried me to a fool's paradise.

Now my pen snugs between my fingers,

and my feelings melt at the tip of the nib.

Piper's note: The poem may go on and on… lookin' for emerald green lights and open doors in life.