The Quest Poem by Ashley Jarrett

A fragile heart was placed,
Quite solemnly,
Into your care.
A flawed piece of soul
In quiet disrepair.
If love is a battlefield,
Then this war you have won,
Quite victoriously,
Where can there be love,
When the respect is none?
Our morality is gone,
Our courtesy,
Our regret.
This wound only hurts more,
With every passing day.
Is there no passage for travelers,
Simply seeking a way?
A way to love,
To live,
To laugh once in awhile,
With the abandon and ease,
Of an innocent child?
I lay beside the road,
Simply to rest,
For this humble person,
Quite frankly,
No longer enjoys their quest.