The Mirage Of My Perfect Love Poem by John Sensele

A searing headache this morning my head splits
In circumstances whose cause I can't pinpoint
In twilights when I teeter and shamble on my stilts
As my head I wrack to diagnose the flashpoint

That turns my world topsy turvy
In the twinkling of an eye
A deluge of emotional scurvy
Debunks the lie

I nurtured in the illusion
Of the solid love I envision in my folly
Coupled with aggrandized delusion
I convince my mind wholly

The love I've found rings true
In substance and form
Until in the fullness of time grew
With stark clarity and celerity mere fabrications in my mind free did roam

But the love I thought I held in thin air vanished without a trace
Leaving me holding the baby
Alongside a stream of stress I'm grappling to address
As friends and foes nickname me crybaby

Because rivers of tears
I cry twenty four seven
Wondering why I allowed a heartbreaker at my expense into my heart to inject spears
Forever to steal the best of love from my Heaven.