Shall I follow thee to the end?
Or flash thee to the core of that spartan bend?
I have loved a lingering soul that cleft my heart in twine,
That fused my aging mentality,
That coaxed I to fatality.
If needs be that I be wandering
Hereto or thereto for aid,
Then let me be free of this perplexing dilemma.
For on this crossroad,
I have lost the mental code.
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PoetryIn a confused state, the writer is lost in expressing his indifference in whether to continue with a toxic relationship where his lover is not showing affection or doesn't love him at all.
