"Without Love": A Poem
by D Shannahan
Without love we are lost,
mercilessly drifting in a phantasmal abyss
Without love we are a cost,
a gaping void devouring each new paycheck
Without love, we are floss in the hands of an ogre;
will he use us?
Without love we are socks,
with unpreventable odor
Without love we are moths,
helplessly headbutting into lights
Without love we are rocks,
scorched by the sun and cooled overnight
Without love we are plots,
schemes which collapse in on themselves
Without love we are broth,
aloneā¦
...wondering what to make of ourselves.