Poem of a freshly broken heart

The torrents of torment

that eviscerated the lovers heart

robbing the summer soul

of all that made it shine

creeping into the corners

of the poets lovely mind

taking away all the beauty

revealing all the pain

and as the pain continues

the soul fades to grey

changes into barren winter

and tears the love away

the poet, in a fit of laughter

writes his words well.

Love is all the same

its a perfect creeping habit

that forms the cage in hell

that will forever hold me

when i leave this life.