On the grave of my beloved

When the star caresses my rusted soul

and the moonlight shines upon my pain

opaque lies the tormenting tomb

That encapsulates my beloved within

The memories that linger, in my tears

fall slowly on her carved out name

and when the mist of agony clears

All that is left, is who to blame

That fate that sealed our happiness

The god who wreathed misery

or me with my ceasing carelessness

Or she who didn't fight tirelessly

I wake up, my head on the tomb

And the dawn arouses me to rise

And the phantom pain that's mundane

havoc to kill my beloved's premise 

Reviews

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Heart piercing words.....then what must be gone through the character?!....
You can't stop a destined demise
Nor the tears for it from your eyes...
These type of writing can be your stairs to million hearts...keep it up...
And your vocabulary is fascinating! 😊

[Shubham Sharma]

Thank you for the review. There are very few who comments on my vocabulary. Most of them take it for granted. So I especially thank you for that.

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Indeed you've that!
And welcome😊