Hopeless Revisited Poem by James Daniel Gabriel

Cycled Circumstance.
Love is an asinine addiction.
Spend all that time… looking.
Ears perked. Eyes glassed with
The drunken glaze of anticipation.
Searching… under rocks,
Overseas, in bars and at red lights.
Seeking.., under the influence,
Over and over, in friends and at
The expense of humiliation.
Found, lost, found, “we’re just dating.”
On and over, back again to prospective.
And at the end of my days I should
Hope I know what for.
Until then, my futile frequent fantasy
Is as constantly discomforting as
Chronic constipation.
Grinding teeth, eyes squinted in
Concentration-
Pushing…out…a…little…
Need…
For love.