- Non-Erotic Poetry
- It has no name
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It has no name
It has no name, but you know what it is.
Having been there, I am not anxious to return.
There is no hope, nor future there.
Only today, yesterday, agony, and despair are allowed to live there.
It is an ending place.
There is no tomorrow.
It is where evil listens with glee
to the death rattle of love.
It is where marriages go to die.
I am blinded by the evil grins around me,
feeding on my agony as it watches
the blood of love slowly seep,
taking hope and promise with it.
Time stands still here in this ending place.
“If” has no meaning.
Broken promises line the walls
like framed pictures,
Leaving only spaces for future broken vows.
Tomorrow lays at my feet in shattered ruin.
Today and I writhe in pain,
as yesterday brings forth images, and I recall,
“Till death us do part”
Then I scream!
Copyright 2002 M.J. Mitchell
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