what am I, why do I hold love with nowhere to go

In a landscape stripped bare,roots claw at the earth; Here, it grows,seeking truth in the silence, a prayer,for love with nowhere to go, my wandering spirit in a desert of desolation

hungry for the rain,for a promise forgotten, fragments of joy hover,like moths drawn to a flame, yet the darkness is impregnated cradling the ghosts of long ago

daily I’m left alone, searching for freedom in a world that offers no mercy, and as I grasp for the ungraspable,for truth,for love,for life; it eludes me

oh! to be free, unthreatehed, to not be imprisoned by that narcissistic female, to mentally heal, spiritually grow and finish my life a winner rather than a lonely old man beaten down because he cannot fight a woman

I am grief