I look unto the sky to try and find
A route to your soul, but I’m left behind.

For it is all that I will never know,
Untouchable and, forever unreached.
A forlorn dream, first hoped-for long ago,
My heart, laid bare, aspirations beseeched.

While my soulful passion is sedated,
He who holds a paradise in his hands
Walks over this joyous world, elated,
Is the receiver of all his demands.

Pity your prisoner of no reward,
I, who would be the subject of your rule.
This heart is a price I can ill afford,
I am no-one, an imbecile, a fool.


by Sam Bartle 
(© Copyright  Sam Bartle 2023)