The Love He Never Can Have

The Phantom of The Opera inspired me to write this poem.

 

 

He holds the black rose

so gently between his hands,

a symbol of the love

he never can have.

He stares at me with tears,

burning behind his eyelids.

I don’t know what to say.

 

He softly touches my cheek,

with a grey, old finger of lust.

He knows he cannot have me,

that he forever is alone

in this frightening world

they call Earth: the world of humans.

I don’t know how to react.

 

He sighs so heavily of despair,

knowing loneliness is all

he ever will learn from life.

Forgiveness is the only love

he’ll ever feel inside

the dark heart of his.

I don’t know how to leave him.

 

He carefully moves closer,

one last try to feel the warmth

from my skin, shaking of fear.

I cannot help but feel sick,

when his breath touches my lips.

He stops before hurting me.

I don’t know what to do.

 

I turn around and start to run,

I fear he will follow me in madness,

but soon, all I hear behind me

is his devastated scream.

All those years of devastation,

a cold, cruel future awaits him.

I cannot help but to cry for his faith.

 

© 2008 Maria Retz

Author's Note

Please let me know if you find errors in the text. I am trying to learn English as fluently as possible. Thank you.

Reviews

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

nicely done...