Denied

I lapse into morose lamentations
again, unable as I am to sense
either the frail touch of novel raptures
or the teasing lure of greener pastures.

Much pleasures await me: cheer, love, safety
and all else – what more can I ask for. See
the precious crowns and sceptres laid at my feet,
kingdoms are mine to rule, ‘tis no conceit.

Yet, what I long for is not mine to own
I can only watch from afar; alone
in this unyielding fortress, that shuts me off
from beautiful you - you that I ache to have.