Passion Bitterness Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Dearest passion, ole mine aging all too real
Whence is mine no longer with me
Speak most certainly thy own unmannerly tongue
Use boaster that might express;
Thus, our untouched may feel

Whom has etched these lines upon this portrait
Lies told before Thine time unfolds
An omen came under, form of a shadow
Mine, My heart was long foretold

Have thee no pity for words, Saith I
Does not one deed lend favor
Then damn you all and 'Damn' the Heavens
Youth of mine long gone

Laugh then; Onward with thy humor
Though soon mine heart of mine shall parish
From, mine of mine, will never part

Though 'Death' consumes my very soul
I shall wait thee in the dark

(12/18/2021)