Matrix And Madness Poem by Sara Militello

Matrix and Madness

Love can so become a bitter pill
with none escaping there
a heady dish brim with ordeals
to match every will

A yawning pit of burnt offerings
damning whether ought or not
A rapturous torment
A tortured bliss:

Hold a being so appealing
etched in your seeing
adoration contained so cleverly
Souls touch only in your reverie
as, tasting the sweet of loving inspired
there' d be wove a tale of enchanting desire.

Then, a yielding, fretting courage summoned
by valiant effort, encounter there the myriad games
encumbering each waking, taking moment
to find a failure of will to reach more surely
as is your wont until currents bear two
on trajectories away!

Now gaze across a palpable void
to see another warming the heart
forever denied to you!
Loving one so fair,
so blissfully unaware

Love remains unspoke, lifeless lying, sighing.
Loving? Only words in myriad poems!
The heart though stirred remains impaled.
Only love unshackled could heal this heart ~
would it weren't impaled by words of love unavailing!

October 30,1990