A Promised Love Poem by Barry Van Asten

She was born of a new understanding
Which meant love stood second in line;
Her demanding neurosis commanding
The singular essence - a sign,
Resonates with shock and is sending
An impulse through traumatised brain -
Decision defining; now she is finding
Her way into the world again!
But love's swift thoughts, resounding,
Echoes purposeless all the same:
A heart of self-loathing is pounding
For a promised love that never came!