A Fortune of Loneliness

A fortune of loneliness. Enshrouded; all dark.
Misery finds a soul for its mark.
There is no tomorrow; there is no hell.
Life...empty and open like a forgotten well.
Once there was sunshine. There remains only moss.
A forest beyond, abounding in loss.
Where we can turn and what we can do?
Fulfillment escapes one and favors but two.
Life is ruined by hope. Existence must wear an armor for real.
Love cannot withstand the sharp bite of steel.
Must we do without love? Chance fortunes' threat?
Grow still in our bitterness trying to forget?
There could be a way...if we stood at the helm.
And guided emotion into a realm
Where no one could look, judge or feel strife.
Would this be death...or would it be life?

-Bobbie Bradford Brandon