Life's Embrace


Here I sit
by the light
of the moon,
the balmy
air laying
thick upon
me trying
to smother
the warmth left
in my soul.
What have I
done to you
to deserve
such pain as
this?  Or do
you really
deserve such
affection
as this from
me?  I do
not know why
i want to
give you so
much of me,
but when I
think of you
I can smell
you, and it
intoxicates
me to the
point of
no control
over self
and of soul.
I keep on
asking of
myself, what
am i here
doing; have
I lost my
mind?  How can
I even
dream of what
I am here
doing, but
I keep on
drinking up
some silly
fantasy
of what you
are supposed
to mean to
me, knowing
not that you've
probably
done the same
thing to me.
Lord, what are
we doing
here?  What a
foolish world
is this place!