Lost Poem by John Michael Elritz Gallo

When it seems that the indoor star shines on you,
And the crowd screams for your bearing knack;
When it seems too exciting for the pounding heart,
The bearer in vanity shall be singing with pride.

He who glistens in brightness day will never
Outshine the all-elite sun and stars,
Yet when he tries to shine brighter and warmer
Thus making himself plead for time to stop.

He felt so ready, so neatly cleansed, and burned;
He felt calmly, so sweetly kissed and mourned,
Yet feelings altered when morning twilight
Starts arising, overpowering, conquering, deducing.

Cornered by haunting pain and lust, and jubilee
When bids goodbye, and turn its back away,
So odious the sensation that creeps inside and
He so solitary imprisoned while mend is on the corner- lost!