The Mourning ( Sorrow of a Lost Love)

Poem written from perspective of a writer who has lost his love

In a sense of commonalities, he has  grown too use to this. It is

breathing her in to live...entering death's bliss.

Trying to replace that scent, lingered

on lips...the stale of a kiss.

 

 

"I take my fill but the spirit condemns me still.

To love and be loved is now a fictional tale with a tragic ending.

To look upon her words escape me, she was fair and quiet cunning.

 

 

Bound to memory's chains, yet her thoughts of me now remains amiss.

 I touch her pale cold hands, how do one maintain?

I longed for a second chance or at lease...the first again.

 

 

When I looked into her eyes,now lifeless...I see no purpose.

I occupied that place in her heart...now vacated, no longer chosen.

No more exchanging words of love... her lips are frozen.

 

 

  Although she remained still, cold and

motionless, drifting against the currents...my heart persisted

 for this angel that once existed.

And I arise at the artic nights, as the light of the moon seizes

 only to relive death, shredding my heart to pieces.

 

 

This murderous icy current, that has taken my delicate love.

These thoughts consumes, re living the stale of a kiss.

I die a thousand deaths to resurrect the sorrow of love's bliss."

 

Author's Note

tell me what you felt while reading this piece. What did you get from reading it etc. (ignore grammar problems if you can) thanks so much.

Reviews

[Nicole]

Sad...but really good piece. Good work

[Mel Lisa]

thank you so much for your feedback!

[Talie]

This is so beautiful. I feel like I am there with you and I find myself wanting to know more. Keep it up!

[Mel Lisa]

thank you so much!

[EvilAngel133]

Very sad and yet captivating. I so far have enjoyed what I have read from you. Keep up the great work ^_^