Time of DeathA Poem by WillaDanversI didn’t realize
that today would be the last, Our very last, to
be together, I didn’t realize
that today would be your last, Our very last, to
love each other, But it was the
last, it was, There would be no
more for us, Not together, not
anymore, That was the
decision you made, Together we love,
together we part, That was the
promise we made, Together we love…. Together we part… The air was cold,
stale, wrong, I could feel it
the second I opened my eyes, I could feel the
emptiness in my heart, And it was the
decision you made, I could feel the
love you held, seep away, The promises we
made, the laughs we shared, It all went away
because of your decision, The decision you
made without me, I love you and yet,
You didn’t love me
that much, You left me to
scoop up the pieces, Of my life without
you, The moment you
came into view, The life I knew
didn’t exist, The life we had
together, Was but a dream
far from reach, Your eyes stared
into a distance, A distance I
couldn’t see, Your ruby red pain
slid, so gracefully, From the wound you
had made, With broken lungs,
and iron clad heart, I stared at you in
disbelief, This wasn’t you,
it wasn’t something I knew, Surely… this is
but a nightmare, But lungs kick
started, heart stripped free, Eyes morphed to
waterfall, It hit me ton by
ton, This was but my
painful reality This was the
decision you had made, To rip my heart in
two, To break the love,
we had, To destroy the world,
I knew, It still lay in
your hand, The weapon of your
choice, Lay within my
reach, Taunting my broken
heart, We could be
together again my love, Do you want to see
me again? We could forever
be happy, Like I thought we
were before, This time I will
try to understand you, To see the pain,
you hid so well, Once dead already,
you can’t break me twice, Together we love,
together we part, With one last kiss
I swear, I am right behind
you once more, A cold and shaken
sigh, A weary,
tear-filled kiss, My last words to
you, This is my promise
to you, I will forever
love you, till the end, My promise was not
so true, Don’t doubt me
again, For the next words
they say, will be our truth, After painful
attempts, only this remains, Time of Death. © 2016 WillaDanvers |
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Added on October 6, 2016 Last Updated on October 6, 2016 AuthorWillaDanversAuckland, New ZealandAboutI am a part time poet, who's words sometimes ring true but otherwise have only gathered information from music, stories or a singular feeling. Anything really. Enjoy the words, and leave a few kin.. more..Writing
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