- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Lost Love
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****Sometimes a longing is all it takes to open the floodgates of the soul.....****
"Lost Love"
Dead butterflies lying scattered on a broken floor of a dream
Longing even in the afterlife to float on the wings of the wind
Fatalistic feelings echoing in my head as I scream
Pulling my thoughts and feelings in all directions, but I will no longer bend.
Broken are the eyes that see into my soul, they are blind
Long since taken out and rolled lazily along the road of fate
Skimming the surface on the serene pool of hatred in my mind
My life a long line of things to remunerate
Picking up the broken shards of my life
Attracting the dirt that is scattered around by the carriages of love
Rolling purposefully over the places of sorrow and strife
Soul hunters rise from the grasses of my dreams devoid of hope
My mind opens like a flower to the promise of sunlight
Shining into the gates of my heart and burning me in two
Silence in my soul, silence in my heart, but burning even in the darkest night
Only to be burnt with the memory of you.
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoI can't escape the lovely memory of you ~ that memory shines even in the darkest of nights.
LeBrozover 17 years agoNow if only I'd been paying closer attention to the title, I'd have immediately understood the reason for all the wreckage strewn through the poem. Of course, the poem's end makes it all clear. {must be my still throbbing head that slowed my reaction time}
