Help Wanted

“Help wanted!

An interpreter for matters of

The heart”

Unsuccessfully

I’ve tried to learn the language

Countless times.

Though I am devoted

Practice my vowels, pronunciation, parts

Of Speech

I’m blind and deaf

Incapable of mastering this seemingly

Unknowable tongue.

Even if the perfect profile

Glazes across my screen, only

Calamity ensues.

If the one

Who entrances my mind and

My soul

If he were to a

Read my profile, alas, but

He won’t.

I’m led to despair of ever

Catching his notice, I’m left with

Unrequited misery.

The only conclusion I can draw is this:

There is a curse upon

My life.

I’m left with the eternal hell

Of endless swiping left

And right.

It’s all for naught,

This silly game of clicks

And misses.

Isolated, ostracized, left

Separated from all my peers

Am I.

Even a glimmer of optimism

Dashes away before I have a chance

To hope.

What others take for granted

So simple and easy to grasp onto

Eludes me.

An endless stream

Of my complaints

Drift heavenward.

A matador in the ring

I boldly wave my flag

Before You.

To provoke You to act,

To inquire, why are You silent on

Your throne?

As a Preacher of the brimstone

Burning kind, I declare my

Fierce protestations.

“Vanity of vanities,

Useless, worthless are these plans

Of mine.”

I can do nothing more.

Can I build my own house?

Decidedly no.

That one who caught my eye

Across the “room”

Will never

Know of my existence

Return my interest or

My delight.

What is this, so sickeningly

Familiar? A friend I wish

To abandon.

This unsightly acquaintance

Oh yes, he has a name

"Hello, Disappointment."