Of loves lost and loves unrequited,
Loves unspoken, or bespoken but
Were then thrown into abandonment,
Afflicted, Confounded;
Lost to the far seas.
Unfulfilled.

In many ways,
We are all prisoners to
Private ghosts from the past who
Comes a'haunting
Often in a pinnacle of euphoria--
A moment of Eternity;
Descending--imperative--but which
Mark us again as prisoners,
Prisoners of our time and space,
Pacing forever in the hell of make-believe.