No Love Potion, Beyond, All Mine. Poem by Michael Gale

In the heat of day...
Only and lonely felt, were the pain.

The pain of sweltering heart brake...
Spoiled and over cooked in unshielded emotion.

No protection...
No screening lotion.

A lotion, to erase the burn of my memories notion...
A sea of hurt, left alone, like a great deserted island,
invassed feelings of drowning-sorrow.

Will there be, a better or bitter-ed-tomorrow?
I'll have to display my guilt, like a whithered laurel.

Wasting away my sorrowed fright...
Lonely and longer left adrift, my sorrow's plight.

Bang! ...
No tomorrow.

Good fare-welled...
Be this night.

Eternal silence......