Death do us Part

They said that death do them part.

The end of the night,

surely they new

not even death could

part their love.

A distance,

an engrossing,

libating the sting

of her missing.

Lyrics,

a scribe of his heart,

empty threats,

and the sting 

piercing her throat.

But not one day could they live,

if you drowned their favorite drink

in blood, would they refuse to sip.

Their eyes would not see

the light of day that He has blessed.

None would compare to their sight they see.

Their life be embedded with fear,

of not waking up to ones face.

They falter at one another's presence.

As if the flag had fallen.

As if clocks wouldn't move.

How great would it be to feel nothing.

To walk grey and colorless.

Unguided with fear of being happy.

To pretend not to feel threatened by

the souls that have been mistreated,

to feel their empty threats penetrate 

your heart.

But with a world filled with grey and color,

love was found in between the specks of grey

and a new beginning was found

They said that death do them part.

But forever more he promised,

death be the enemy of a love 

to never end. 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

How great would it be to feel nothing.

To walk grey and colorless.

Unguided with fear of being happy.
My faves in this well written poem.

[Kala Benfield]

Thank you! It just flowed.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)