If ever there was a more clever man
He could not have been of this world
His mind a whip from top to tip
How it cracked and curled
Brilliant and bright, try as he might
He couldn’t make sense of it all
So he sat silently-stealthily,
that he might appear healthily.
He sought to defraud the heart.
A man on a mission,
A war of attrition,
His life had yet to start.
Until he met a young lady
hand in hand,
woman and man,
Love had made them crazy.
The years yet passed and age amassed
And the duo fell to one.
Empty inside his love had died.
It seemed his time was done.
No love to speak of
And alone in his thoughts
On and on he fought,
Heart grown taught,
All for naught,
He died right there on the spot.
A Blank Space 