Heart Broken

lone was the struggle;
i was the only warrior.
stranded far from hospitality,
no food for this heart
nor water for this soul
this world was the filthy battlefield,
love was the elixir of life
it was the only aim;
the cure for this broken heart.
memories seemed to be the only friends.
deserted, abandoned, and breached of trust
in search of the lacuna of this distressed life.
the play was dirty with its ups and downs
as everything is fair in love and war.
never made even nor asked for more,
in return for the love i bore.
never hesitated, never stepped back, never thought again
to extend this love of mine to agony and pain
but what was i given in return;
patience pays
but its high time i say.
though love needs no questions
i need answers, i need them desperately;
i will face it, come what may
if you will be there for me.
i will keep on going with patience and only one pair of footprints in the sand,
sprinting against time, here on this no man's land...