Submerged Love Poem by James Walter Orr

There were visions that faded, and dreams that went bad,
And they curdled, embittered, like nightmares I’ve had.
They have shattered to fragments and dropped in the dust,
Where my body will meet them someday, as it must.

Other paths have no flowers; those trails have no scent.
Those pathways have no love, for the passion's been spent.
There’s a heart that has hardened, roughened and rusted,
And crumbled, distorted, like all those we trusted.