The Icy Burial

The Icy Burial

A Poem by Bobby Madden
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Written on 11/6/08.

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Impossible, false, and unreal. Oh my once loving wife, what have you become?
A blizzard, burying the Fairy of the past under impenetrable snow
Endless sharp needles of cold cling to my skin, seep through my bones, and freeze my heart
The love and warmth of your heart mysteriously disappeared a long time ago

The agonizing anguish you cause me is by all means immeasurable
The depths of the scars that have been permanently carved inside me are bottomless
When I unintentionally inflict you with merely a speck of the pain
You blindly see my heart in mint condition as intolerance breeds selfishness

Two years of living in a realm of our love disposed of like yesterday's trash
Greater ambitions in pursuit, such as seeking high appealing exterior
Stupidity, corruption, and cowardice chosen over purity
Unrest rises over ruins of happiness and neglected interior

I watch you become faithless and unfaithful as I decompose and decay
For how much longer will you attempt to prevent and circumvent our destiny?
Your intentions are in direct contrast to what your heart truly desires
That which is important to you has been crushed by contagious imbecility

A great deal of changes has occurred since contamination began to spread
Far distances have been crossed beyond the lost mark of where you were first lead astray
No matter how far you travel down a path, you are always free to turn back
Within the darkened maze, allow me to be the light that will help you find your way

Everyone I know strongly recommends that I let you go and move on
Find another female to replace you, become my new home, family, and best friend
Maybe you could obliterate what you called love and maybe they could have too
But I am here to prove that true love is eternal and impossible to end

Do not let eighteen months of sunlit love be devoured by this avalanche
We belong together, with no one else, until we die, and you know it is true
A life without you is but an empty life, a wasted life, no life at all
If we can't make it, what hope is there for the rest of the world? Can't answer, can you?

© 2014 Bobby Madden


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This might be icy but it burns like hell, I'm sure glad no one has written a scathing piece like in my honor, the pain and loss is palpable on your page, I think you even left some guts and blood behind, yet, you still have hope it seems, love makes a person crazy no doubt about it....

Posted 10 Years Ago


Bobby Madden

10 Years Ago

Thanks for the feedback:)

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Bobby Madden
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