He had lofty goals, but she was loftier on his scale.
Never was it evident, his thoughts were overwhelmed by her grace.
He held the vow, while she held only vowels,
Who could have thought, by his own he shall be devoured.
She took his heart, without much return,
Twas' made was a bargain unfair.
She took his life, as he pledged his dying breath to her.
Never was a death observed so swift, so agonisingly unfair.
His heart bleeds, but not in need of remedy.
Lost he has his conscience, buried alive in the pit of insanity.
Day by day doom lurks to the dignified soul,
Ripped piece by piece, his fate can only be condoled.
Yet with lover's bleeding wounds, her love he still doth desire,
Will he be able to escape this ever torturous mire?
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A Journal for my Beloved - An Anthology
PoetryA collection of poems inspired by the honey-heavy dews of joy and love, as poems occasionally invite the reader to contemplate the wisdom behind the existence of pain, the seduction of nostalgia and our desire to feel complete.
