Getting Through

Abandoned to a self-imprisoned place Of flound'ring, drowsy, through sedated mist, I've lived with searing memory Of golden times that used to be. We drank love's potion to the utmost brim, But dancing down the corridors of years We stumbled on Mortality, Demanding unconditionally. Frightened by dark spectres' unknown force We fought with Samson-strength to keep you here, But knew, however valiantly, We battled unsuccessfully. Now, ill-prepared, but thrusting through the daze Reluctantly I loose that golden cord. Facing love that's flown I now can see At last another chance - - perhaps - - for me.