Requiem for Love (sonnet)

From my Echoes of Dawn at Dusk poetry collection (C) 2021

Love does not die of just a single blow,
Its life flows out quite slowly over years,
One drop follows another as love flows,
From thousands of nonfatal cuts and tears.

A thousand little stings from tongue or eye,
A thousand unkind words from me and you,
A thousand "I told you so’s" piled on high,
A thousand battles lost, refought anew.

Each wound a scab that grows harder with time,
Festering hurts that simply will not heal,
An unwise word morphs to betrayal sublime,
Suppurating reminders all too real.

Simple kindness is lost from lack of use,
And what remains just a facade in truth.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Sadly this well crafted sonnet will be relatable to many who have had failed relationships. I particularly like the chosen wording of your first stanza Victor. A little kindness can make such a difference. A lovely realistic piece of poetry.

Chris

[Victor D. Lopez]

Thank you, Chris. I heartily agree about the power of simple kindness. We are sometimes too busy looking inward to see the world through others' eyes, including those we love most.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we go the distance but lose a close decision...maybe our corner people steered us wrong during the bout with love.
Strong sentiment rains here in these lines.
j.

[Victor D. Lopez]

Thank you very much.

[John the Baptist]

Very perceptive work here. Though some loves are destroyed by single explosive events, more succumb to the seemingly minor offensive cuts that occur over the years. Actually, one of the most fatal is ongoing indifference. It tells the other person they don't matter anymore.

[Victor D. Lopez]

Thanks for your feedback. Appreciated!