Death to love

The lights through the leaves dance pirouettes upon the ground

Casting intertwining shadows onto the forest floor, lifting the fallen

Pieces into the atmosphere just to let them fall.

I rub my hand down the trunk of this long wilted tree, feeling

Each crevasse as I move down.

When I crouch, I am face to face with a hole leading to the soul

Of this mighty spire, and now I’ll whisper a secret to it.

You’re not alone,

Love is dead too.

 

Reviews

[Legion]

I like this piece. A secret shared and a bitter one at that. Love the progression of this. Kudos. Think this is going in my favorites.