My Ghost Of Love

While I was wading through the contradictions
I chanced upon my friends making predictions.
Lost in this mire of mournful feeling curious
Reality was then something mostly injurious.

I couldn't accept my fate and love departed.
Gloom and doom being real; I was downhearted.
My friends tried hard to help me understand
That I was still alive and not an evil demon.

This self-induced hell was of my own making.
The laughing spawns of hell my undertaking.
They said that only I could free my bondage,
If only deep within I could find my courage.

Tethers held me firmly within arms of love.
Then I remember an old lost love from above.
Who had a tighter grasp of you than I held.
He gave me his love in exchange which weld.

And it holds me firmly until we meet again.
Even when sanity slips I count on his hand.
To guide me with a map so I won't be lost.
And I hold to his hand no matter the cost.