Open Poetry #4 |
untitled, un-love, when love stinks; a poem |
jedimaster5 New Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 6Massena, NY USA |
Aversion hath struck again. My soul torn in two, With regarding thoughts of you. At once, I thought I could grasp the rose so easy, And all this time I thought my journey had been diminishing? Losing focus on the entirety and to broaden what is wanted, Steering my hand astray, Grabbing so tightly onto the thorns, My hand left a bloody mess, A crimson river gashes from the seat of passion, I once called a heart. Am I the fool? The sole benefactor that pours one’s spirit into a golden chalice, And to watch as it is partaken, Only to have it spit out, Burning the orator, Leaving painful scars and desolate memories. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Wonderful poem! Very emotional. I enjoyed reading this. Welcome to Passions! ------------------ Denise |
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Cuddlez Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 422Walla Walla, WA 99362 |
Its a mistake not to love. An sin not to dream |
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