LIFE'S MOCKERY

No don't call me away from myself yet,
I just lost another of life's cruel bet.
Let me sit here and ponder a while more,
gaping,hoping at the closed black door.
knowing that he's not the one, knowing that it can't be done.

My mind is sinking; escaping than to accept,
it turned stubborn in its face; to the belief it crept...wept.
Come take away my memories of him and his words,
detach me from this full circle; make me fly away like those birds.

A bird he called me; look how my wings were torn apart,
dyed in crimson; heinously cut and thrown in the death cart.
Pull,pull,pull me to the old place afar,
his words of love burns me pleasantly; makes my heart coal and tar.

Alas! Alas!
It shall not come to pass...

IT...

Hard to find and quick to lose,
that's what it is;careful what you choose.
It takes away your nights;it sometimes surrounds you in darkness,
it makes you see all wrongs like rights;it sometimes levitates you in brightness.

Its distracting, attracting, pulling in its black hole when your reacting,
its forgiving, pursuing, the epitome of selfless sacrificing.

Beware its conquerors;it deprioritizes,
beware the unfaithful;it always revitalizes.

All this and no more,
recognize the real one before you're on all four.
Listen to this last rhyme and fix yourself before you pose,
careful;here's how it goes -
Do not grasp it above all things,
but do not blast it my friend; when you know divine confirmation it brings...