Mourn to Spare

Distance of a caring person, someone hiding. Someone scared of commitment

Distant, never believing- me
Again mourning among despair
Living Life unfair- still begging
Always breathing, blinking scared
But never really there never here
Forever alone out there
Never for me to feel
Never for me to touch
An image, distant in mind

Will you for me spare the day I mourn
So sore and sour by now..
A stench dying so foul
A heart broken
Of your words spoken
Unlike a real man no envy
For you here I’ve felt
Slowly Dying
Aching inside
Living but never to spare us
Of the meaningful feeling