When love is murder to thy heart,
Then felt within thy flailing grasp,
I beg for you to dance softer,
As I inch my way toward.
Our yearning becomes then hotter.
Your touch is my reward.
And shallow memories of emotions lost or forgotten,
Will tell the tale of a time long ago begotten,
When hope left my soul, and my mind once full now empty,
As a blood dried heart has now forever kept me.
Until today with fear of nothing in its place.
Just an empty chest and a dull eyed masked face.
Bring me back the light that led me through the darkness.
Bring the me to me in sharpness.
And forgive betrayal that came as a lurking shadow,
Knocking, knocking at our door.
Until you were forced to answer.
And admit all of the cancer.
That took our love to an ether.
That we have not felt either.
Nor heard again in hearts that beat for one another.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2025 09:29
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Comments3
Some powerful lines with vivid images in this poem that smacks of pain and hurt. Lovely
Thanks Sorenbarett. I never know my own quality so it's great having you on board as always.
Powerful
That is touching with sadness, sense of pain and loss as you read, nicely expressed
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