I bumped my head against the slate gray sky.

The shattered pieces of a fanciful dream cover me;

My mind is now unclouded by childish, romantic notions.

The emptiness beckons once more;

An invitation to slog through the dark swamps of soured hope

   and splintered delusions of love.

I allowed my heart’s citadel to be breached;

Opening the gate to rejection’s crushing blow.

The banner of inadequacy raised high once more,

To flutter again in the winds of remembered failures and defeats.

“It is not good for the man to be alone.”

That phrase rings hollow amidst such pain;

Alone seems better than discarded.