Can't you look into the deep?
Follow inspiration;
From lost love we always weep,
Without hesitation.
To memories we hold tight,
Strings attached to old leaves;
Whether this is wrong or right,
Depends on our grieves.

Poetic words always amaze,
But is the truth in there?
Your love turns sometimes both ways:
Without a 'smooth cure'.

Can't you look into the deep?
Even though suns don't shine.
Misery and shadows creep:
Loneliness, combine.

Peter S. Quinn

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/13-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/