Pub Melancholy

Ghosts of your memory haunt my heart,
My sorrow drip feeds a bitter taste tearing us apart,

Forbidden but not forgotten passion fuels the fire,
Conflicting confusion twisting my desire,

Dizzy feelings from the spinning wheel of unrest,
Absence determines the sour flavour of my torturous duress,

My mind melts into an eternal struggle with no heeling,
I’ve climbed loves mountain & found a numb feeling,

Standing on top of our enchanted world an ecstasy, a euphoria, a thought to behold,
Come down
Come down
I shall not be told!

For my love besieges my conscience with distraction,
A fatally happy relentless attraction,
The wind of my torment blows in resentment,
Teasing my thoughts through loves entrenchment,

“Closing time we’re shut mate!”