Love's Death

Immersed inside a misty dream,

I walk along a quiet stream.

No one hears my silent screams,

And love becomes a tortured scene.

High upon a lonely hill

My voice a silent, tortured shrill

And all of my abandoned will

Invades my soul, with endless chill.

I wander lost in dewy grass

Praying I would wake at last,

And find that all my pain was cast

Into a cavern, dark and vast.

You are the breath my soul requires,

And though I’ve loved you, I desire

To shed the pain of love’s fair liar.

You are love’s death, my funeral pyre.

© 2014 Bella Nina

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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

This is beautiful!

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Bella Nina 2 years ago from USA Author

Thank you always exploring!

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