My last songs to a lost love

I am a vocal instrument of sorrow
intonated and modulated in my own poverty
robbed of the sweetest music
deprived of my last melody.

I am a mirror of touch,
perception of viruality,
sound of some portrayed silence
adorned by my senses of grief.

I waited for love,once given
Recieved in chunks of my last meal
Since she left,my heart beats cold
my eyes live in clouds of vexation.

I am a sufferer of gravity
Under the weight of separation
I have been thinking of her
A thought too dangerous to grow.

But my sophistication is my simplicity,
so I keep on loving what I love
For the time I shall live
Though the time isn't eternal.

The affliction of her buds remain
heavy as the autaumn air
And my faded feelings regrow every morning
in the memory of last spring.

The burial of all the hope in me
She scented like a gentle flower,once
Now I must seal my emotions
and sleep under the ray,keeping me alive

Reviews

[David Scott]

The poem was a cry of loss. The funny thing was the poem showed a person in love with their own needs not the lover. No wonder she is gone... She needs to he the center of the universe. Just my feeling...

[Inda]

That feeling we get when we go from having love, to coping without it. Great piece!