Midnight Quills

Love:
‘Tis a poison;
‘Tis a cure,
On the long road of life; ‘Tis a light
And a darkness
That can only bring strife.
And yet still
In stupidity
We run again and again,
To the arms
Of somebody,
Who we think heals the pain
Only to
Repetitively
End in tears, end in loss;
Broken heart,
Shattered dreaming,
Love’s never worth the cost.
So I ask
Why then do we
Put ourselves in that place?
Because faith,
In futility,
Gives us hope to run life’s race.