Bewildered. Poem by Wade Harlaine

She sleeps beside me does not know
my heart bleeds profusely a sickening glow
and while she wakes I do caress
knowing the heart loveless no less
A tortured statue I have become
her lack of love decants the rum
strength I wish, hope to forget
tears fall relentless I can’t beget
She holds me dear alone a friend
rosé amends, her lips she send
such a delicate embrace is this reality
or attempt to please misguided charity.