Waiting for Love

Do you know this pressing Solitude?
Have you ever felt the fingers of Seclusion clutching at your throat,
Suffocating your very respiration until the moment at which euphoria arrives,
The deficiency of blood stunning your brain into believing it is free?
That it has love?
Love, ah, what a word!
To be deceived, to be swindled in such a misleading way,
To believe to have the barricading bonds of Loneliness blistered away
And, for just one moment, to spy the rising vision of sun amongst the horizon!
NEIN!
It lies to you, my friend.
The epitome of betrayal. Of deception. A joker at it’s finest.
Ah, love.
Where are you really?
Isolation has pitted me into this corner of the dispassionate abyss,
And I carry a great trepidation that I shall never again rise to meet you.
Love, love please.
Slay my captor, raise me from this malicious and malignant hold.
Save me.