Every Love Song - Missing Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every love song that I know
Is now missing or just dying
Tinge will come sun will glow
And the world continues trying
Where's lives gladness gone?
Salvation has left the street
Springtime without its liaison
Ill-tempered mulish heartbeat

I have tried my years to find
Where my future' now's going
Every corner seems so blind
In its distant instant growing
Confusions with edges rough
Crooked is each their contour
Now its time for every bluff
Kindheartedness is too unsure

Bleak nights and hour thieves
Disentwine onto morrow lane
No respect only the aggrieves
That causes heartache and pain
Chose your voice now to speak
So the feeling true-mirrors you
Don't be fooling' or too meek
There is time for humanity too