The Absence of Love

Do you hear how I am mocked?
How soon they find their match once met.
A chamber dark and newly locked
Tis I who would scorn they, and yet
When after I repel their heart
And feel a little better still,
The feeling flees and tears apart
While following its nimble will.

Do you hear how I am scorned?
Those whose love did not I reach.
When the sounding of my passion horned,
It echoed silent in the breech.  
I am blinded yes, but lost in sight
Of sightings pricking at my eyes,
Which seeing, stifle out the light
That life is hope,and not just lies.