On this arduous path, when I fret and fear
Capitulate to self doubt ,drink dark despair
The ME broken to futile pieces
I Yearn for unscathed past ,
That tranquil path of hope and cheer
Spirit of zest sans all fear
Warm, rejuvenating words,
Inspiring faith against life’s odds.
And then one sudden unfeeling glance,
Withdrawn murmurs on life and chance,
“our time has ended ”
the dispassionate utterance,
with love as a violable contract,
I, an acquaintance.