Fishing Poem by Eric Pennington

I throw my line out, my heart for bait.
I get nibbles, but none of them ever take.
Each cast the hook digging deeper, so deep.
The pain is so great, I can only weep.
My tears are never seen in this river of love.
They go unnoticed, and I fall from above.
Into an ocean of pain and sarrow.
And I hope for a catch tomorrow.
But I know it will be the same old thing.
My life has become one big routine.
I put my whole heart into something good,
But it fails, I was stupid to think I ever could.
So I'll keep fishing hoping one would take the bait,
But it's not looking good, not at this rate.