Abandoned to a self-imprisoned place <br />Of flound'ring, drowsy, through sedated mist, <br />I've lived with searing memory <br />Of golden times that used to be. <br /> <br />We drank love's potion to the utmost brim, <br />But dancing down the corridors of years <br />We stumbled on Mortality, <br />Demanding unconditionally. <br /> <br />Frightened by dark spectres' unknown force <br />We fought with Samson-strength to keep you here, <br />But knew, however valiantly, <br />We battled unsuccessfully. <br /> <br />Now, ill-prepared, but thrusting through the daze <br />Reluctantly I loose that golden cord. <br />Facing love that's flown I now can see <br />At last another chance - - perhaps - - for me.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/getting-through-5/
