In a fitful fight I fought the night, all my dreams stolen
As day breaks my body quakes, thoughts bruised and swollen
Kidnapped and bound, helpless found, at your mercy in every way
My sacrificial soul paid the toll, only now to be thrown away
In the depths of hell there is a well from which ink is drawn
On memory’s wall delusions I scrawl, now that you are gone
The tears I cry make this dye, from your image eternal
Without love, no heaven above immortality’s infernal
Raging out of control, my bleeding soul tears loose the blemished page
But there’s nothing I can do, the memory has bled through, I’m tattooed with your image
For this there’s no aid, the dye won’t fade, I can’t erase you from my mind
It’s bittersweet stain does remain, no antidote can I find
As an attempt the venom to vent, this poem was written
But loves illusion has no solution, when one's heart is smitten
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Loves non conclusion
Thanks Norman for the read and comment it is most valued my friend
most welcome
How the weaker sex can put a leash on you, and walk you into hell.
Though for some reason we seem to be quite happy with the deal.
That changes when the black widow has finished with your services, and the real woman comes through.
Thanks Paul a spider is a great analogy for they catch in a web, bind their prey and then suck them dry leaving only a shell. A rather cynical view I have to admit.
Probably referencing one particular woman. lol
A very inspiring sonnet, a lovely theme and a great ending. ๐น Kudos my dear. sorrenbarret ๐น
Thanks my friend I do appreciate the read and kind words of support that you provide Teddy
The mind does work on another plane and for some not at all, when in love ๐๐ป๐๏ธ
Thanks Cryptic you are so right. I sometimes wonder if our culture has it right or if arranged marriages are better. There are arguments on both sides that boil down to does someone that loves you and has experience have a better view of what will make you happy in the long run vs the heart, free choice and romance.
Does the fire of desire stand up against a slow building burn of commitment and growing love.
Totally agree, Soren! ๐๐ป๐๏ธ
lovely written
Thank you Friendship your words are deeply appreciated
Powerful work. Vivid and sharp.
Thanks so much Thomas for the read and support it is appreciated
An inspiration in the ''Gande tradition '' of the cursed romantics !
Thanks Lorenz all romantics are cursed if not with sensitivity then with ignorance
Good write SB.
It's as if KP said this to me, and went over-the top, cos I only said to her: 'No need to be a drama queen, dear. I've not kidnapped you. I only asked if you could stay indoors as a delivery is due and I have to go out for a while!' lol.
Thanks Orchi you keep pumping up her hopes
Though some say we are responsible for our destiny, now and again we find that the destiny is charted out for us by others. Thus we find ourselves in relationships that are beyond our control.
Thanks for the read Soman it is as always appreciated. Yes the entanglement of relationships and their emotional knots make things complicated
Ahh Love in all it's many Colours.
Good Write.
Thanks Kevin thank you I appreciate your read and comment. Yes many colors from white to black.
Glad to Oblige.
Hello, Soren,
Unrequited love can not alone psychlogically but physically break a man down. Tear stains on the attempted poem and a twisted stomach in the sleepless nights of an aching heart. A mad man scribbling away in the illusion of a love poem. Another excellent poem from your massively expanding portfolio. Very well done, my friend.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
Thanks so much Tony your words are always a great support. Tomorrow I will have one more your style. I try to present a variety another way of saying I am all over the page.
Damn, Sorenโฆthat ending hurts. Sometimes I wish loving someone came with an undo button. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
Indeed so do many my friend. Thanks so much for the read and comment
You so accurately describe the helplessness I sometimes feel. "On memoryโs wall delusions I scrawl, now that you are gone" in particular but the two-line ending offers some small relief. Nice work, as usual.
Thanks you Dan for your read and most kind words of understanding. I appreciate your comment of personal identification and wish you well my friend.
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