Ripping shreds of paper
Tearing our souls apart
Barely restraining anger
The loss echoing in my heart
We moan and groan and mourn
Yearning for a respite
But still we thrash in throes of rage
Reddening my blurry sight
Clawing at our bare throats
Wrapped in darkness, pure black
Our hopes empty like a baloon
Deflated, limp as a sack
We struggle in nightmare's grasp
Agonised hearts still beating
She lies before me dying yet
All I think is us meeting
I heave and rasp my last
Reminiscing about our past
No regrets as we unite
Our love in deathly cast
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I had this image of a man who was grieving over the death of his wife, and feeling both anger at himself for not being able to save him and sadness. He's also hallucinating that his wife is still alive, hence the use of both of the words "we" and "I". Eventually he unites with his wife in death (which is quite obvious I guess)
I felt like I needed to get this clear because even I am also quite confused at what I wrote
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PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
