you will never read this poem

Standing here in the solitude,
he walked the path, ashamed.
It was forever that he wanted with her,
never has his heart been so set - in-flamed.

Next to him, there...right then,
involves a girl so amorous.
Pleaded her, beseech-ed with might,
he’s with her, so in love, so ambiguous.

Untangled his mind, in the day perhaps...
At night it seems dyslexic,
Imitation of kindness...of robust denial,
marred his life like an epidemic.

Injured himself, emotionally barred,
scarred his heart with a tomb.
Scared of her, but still greatly in-love,
yearning for her, inviting his doom.

On top of all, en-route to no-where; perhaps time will tell,
Under-served by humanity, his soul he bared, with her, in love, he fell.