this poem came to me in the beganning of the month. one night i was watching Donnie Darko and that guy with the program that polarizes emotion into love and fear. all the idiots that believe that junk crack me up. after that, I thought about fearing love and the next morning this poem came while i was getting ready for work. here it is:
Thank thee for nigh love
On my bloody knees at the dawn of mourning,
Can you for give a dead man?
The rose wilts in hand as tears pelt the petals,
The tears forever wails on my heart,
My heart thrashed out of my chest,
I merely wanted to love,
Cover the hole with my hand,
The lost one is gone.
Took piece of my heart out but for her,
I hope she got’em because I have none left,
Tears fall in the twilight of dreams and waking morning light,
The day presses on with enmity on my shoulders,
The ghost of a man walks around pretending to be me,
Going on through routine without fugue & fuse.
Gone is her love,
Never have I seen it,
Never have I felt it,
But a slab of meat,
I have ripped out my bleeding love for her for her love,
Beaten and tired,
The pursuit of love creased,
For I known only relics.
The poem feels unfinished want I come up with one more stanza.
After reading it a couple times over, I'm not moved by it any more. I don't feel the same. but still good words usage. i think.
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