The Sun Won't Set

reflections on masculine heartache

The Sun Won't Set The sun won't set these tattered shards of heart left scattered in the yard of dry deserted vacant empty soul Three words I bid'st thee ne'er to speak proclaimed by Christian's  heir of peace from thy full lips waxed not salvation sweet Where love once reigned and impassioned tempers pressed to mightily constrain  life's zeal within this breast now abdicated lies the throne of purposed strength A knight, unknighted bade cease to cry toward battles worthy of his might banners faded, tossed to wind slowly decompose 'neath lengthy winter's bitter chill "It is finished" 'tis what was said aloft Golgotha's splintery dread No greater words could'st thou composed to strike love dead

Author's Note

This poem was written April 16 from a prompted title "The Sun Won't Set"

Reviews

[Bacchus]

keeping this one...
it is a gem

[K.M]

Oh my heck... I loved this poem so much! Everything about it was amazing! Your flow was as smooth as a river... And your word choice was extravagant! 10/10 this was amazing -Kenzie

[shepard]

Thank you!