Poem: The Fool

Why do I love so much,
why am I always the fool?
Why am I the one who gives until it hurts,
only to be discarded like a garden tool?
At the precept of every new relationship
I build a higher wall to be my guard.
But like the mighty walls of Jericho my defenses crumble,
and my heart falls so “hard”.













I try not to trust, I try to brandish emotions of steel,
I try to not become attached
but I can’t hide the way I feel.
Am I cursed to be the constant victim
of relationships forlorn?
To be scarred by unforgettable memories
like a woman scorned.
How do I never cross the line
between love and infatuation?
Be prepared to walk away like a man of stone,
feeling no sensation.
Why do I have to carry the burden,
the heartache, like a mule?
Why do I love so much,

why am I always the fool?

By Sean Ruize Munnings

The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.