This Heart's, Sadly Stained-Tainted Sorrow. Poem by Michael Gale

Morning has broken of a life's unbridled loving emotions.
This yearning unspoken of love's hidden emotional roller coaster...
Overcoming roughened hills like as stilts to be constantly climbing,
With life's brakes, always applied with resistance of this abandoned
yearning of love's ever compassioned burning-not far from a torturious Hell.
This disheartened depression sinks deeply, into my bones, as well.
An emptied hole left inside my heart-Of this loved one, that has since
did fastly and lonely desert and depart.
This abnormal dismal empty feeling has left me oh so sadly reeling.
A heart once was whole and unpierced...
Now resides intact and pieced in half, Oh so broken and saddened
so fierced.
Love will never encroach my path...
I'll forever more soak in my dismal blackened depressing bath.
All alone as for the 'morrow...
Sadly stained with tainted sorrow.