Fate of the Lone Poet

For years I have tried to figure it out,
but still I am filled with confusion and doubt.
So I have decided, with great dismay,
to give in to decay, and walk another way.
Such a trial it is, just to be wanted,
but no longer will this fool be haunted.

...

I am through fighting for crumbs of affection,
facing endless rejection, through brutal selection.
Sorting ins and outs, with ups and downs,
always ending with regretful frowns.
This heart has finally said its piece,
never knowing release, never knowing peace.
The seeds that my heart would have sown,
were never nurtured. thus never grown.
So I bid adieu to love's joyful notion,
and cast it into the merciless ocean.
It would have done the same to me,
my heart is now one with the frigid sea.
Maybe it can find somewhere to flourish,
in the hands of one who will care and nourish.
But my search has ended, for years I've pretended,
that there was a reason my life was extended.
So read this poem, in black or white,
take from it the words that may incite.

My journey is done, in the eyes of the sun,
the lone poet will forever wander as one.