The death of love

Pt. 10/10 of my 2 year poem Absence

A hilarious death an ironic death a wrongful death
A worthy death a simplistically complicated death
A world without time for grievances of deaths

Obscene foot prints leading to the gates of wrath
As we all aimlessly slink towards the next crop
to be reaped into our last sorrow of endless tears
To be sent down to hell six feet below the ground

Aw, to mourn the loss of love

A day a week a month a year and so on
Nothing changes everything changes
It�s the same thing there was before

Now there�s just a missing piece of the puzzle
And in-turn the picture of life can�t be completed
One must find the missing piece before life becomes
like ones first love and vanishes, never to be heard again

The name remains, the body still lies mysterious
Only to be found in memory recalled by absence

Reviews

[E. M. Murren]

I like this work a lot. You have a wonderful detachment which offers the reader a larger vision. I like that a lot. This work is especially so. Great work.

[Lia]

Beautiful piece. Thank you xx

[Niki]

wow i like your poetry expecailly this piece just the fact it hit the point that first love does vanish and yet the person's name could bring them back temporarily. ^-^