Lost Love Poem by Kurt Barekman

flowers and poems flowing free
blossoming buds the flowers of the tree
sorrow filling the pit of my heart
loves bite like a sour tart
i tried my best do you see?
all i could do. does it have to be
flames boiling off into steam
take me away with your magical beam
darkness penetrating deep into my thought
why is it so hard to keep what i have so hard fought
piercing eyes of a porcelain face
so perfect and crisp putting me to disgrace
stop the horror the pain
don't make all my work be in vain
new hope on a horizon so black
smog so thick, I'm beginning to hack
so bright and pure a light
motivation to see to fight
again one more day
perhaps i will not have to again pay
hold me please tightly dear
wipe away the fear