Abstractions Poem by Edmund Calleja

His fickle heart he did renounce,
He could not bear its emptiness,
It felt a hollow shrine
Where dreams had lost their karma.

He walked alone with trepidation
In the valley of his solitude,
With rainbow brushes in his hand
And fallen leaves beneath his feet.

He mused in pain his spent abstractions
Amid platonic lovers left by the wayside,
His quivering lips a mute orator
His trembling soul a deaf companion.

And in his aching bosom, he carved
Elegiac sentiments of nostalgia,
Forlorn epitaphs of bygone lovers,
Misty remnants of bruised affections.

For inner peace, ethereal love
He sought in sexed prescriptions,
Painting phantom towers of delusion
In illusory exaltations.

He quenched his thirst
By the river of emotions,
Deriding his inner soul’s foreboding,
The soothsayer of love’s folly.

But when the dice of fate stopped rolling,
A bleeding heart was left in tatters;
And there, on love’s forsaken bed
Heartfelt lullabies he shed for you.