Barren Wastelands and Broken Hearts

Do not tell me,

I'm not useless and love, 

love, love me 

With the heat of a thousand suns. 

All the while, spending your effort 

On a "real woman" one who 

Can do the things

That for me 

Can't be done. 

My love for you was

Never enough, and I

A barren wasteland, 

Full of pain, 

Devoid of life. 

Author's Note

Infertility

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Love me
with the
heat of
a thousand
sun.
Nice write.

[K.C. Zbryk]

This piece is truly tragic, and every stanza reveals slightly more about the situation. I am glad you placed the authors note otherwise i may have been confused by this powerful piece, but with that present it made perfect sense. Life is full of pain and tragedy but somehow you used this to craft a very intense poem. Great work.

[Chris]

The path has me stumbling. The Author's note gives a hint but the poem needs more to bring me to your space.

[Pratik]

Love has become a pretense of extracting favors off the other person... You address issues in this poem that are complex and that we often choose not to talk about.. A bold attempt! Well done!