So said a DoveA Poem by Jason KnightAnd if death shall separate us, let it take me too. For it my heart will break, I know not what to do. I love you, dear Dove.I’m broken There were two paths,
but neither was chosen, I was too weak and I
stayed in between the road, Now I’m weeping, I’m
broken, and I’m cold, If I were hated, why
would I be loved? If I can’t fly, why
call me a dove? I never knew what is
was to be cherished, My lover left me, and
now here I perish. I am just a girl, I
should’ve known well. Now I hate my lover
and hope he burns in hell. My lover, I left
alone in the fork road, Now I lay here in
pain and I die in this cold, My legs are broken, This path I had
chosen, Now I shall die
without seeing yet again her face, I shall die in sorrow,
my cover shall be disgrace. The victim of a
battle I was injured in her defense, To defend my lover,
this was the expense. I was just a boy, who
found his heart. Now I die without
her, and it’s tearing me apart. This pain, it is not
mine, but I feel the pain, Is it my lover or am
I going insane? Could it be that my
lover came, That in the road his
pain was set aflame? I run and run and
never look back, Was my lover the
victim of a brute attack? A body I see in the
distance, And it all crumbles,
no longer existence. I lay here in sorrow
and perhaps delirious, For I see my lover’s
face wrapped in the imperious, I strive to speak but
my lips are shattered with blood, My tears rip apart;
my eyes begin to flood, She says: “It was my
entire fault, how could I be so stupid?” “This was the expense
of our love, and we shall blame it on cupid!” I smile and shake my
head, For I love her, and
wouldn’t want anything more instead. My lover is in pain
and sorrow, He will not stay
today, He shall never see tomorrow, How could I blame my
love for leaving me alone? For defending my
soul, he has shattered every bone. I weep and I cry, I shatter and I die. His words are only to
be compared with the ethereal, His voice so
demanding, his voice so imperial, “You are the one I
will always cherish in love” “But now I must
depart and you should move on, my beautiful dove” © 2010 Jason KnightAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorJason KnightShippensburg, PAAboutI am art. I am alive. I am everything you dream of. I am part of all your nightmares. I am love, and I am hate. I choose life over death. I am you, I am me. more..Writing
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