Love
A word who's meaning
Is so deep, yet
So misused, unrelying
I can't makes sense of it
It just hangs in the air, expecting
Warmth to flood in but it
It doesn't.
Life is great I
I have family, I
Flourish in friendships, but
The shadow are still there
Hanging like reminders
That when I'm not there
They take that knife
And turn it to my back
Thinking
I won't be fast enough to react.
Love.
What is love?
Had you asked when
I was young I'd have an answer ready
To fly. Now? I'm not as niéve as then.
So what is love?
Can you tell me?
I myself do not know, I'm
Still lost in this world of uncertainty
Trying to find the light, urgently
I'm desperate!
So, if you find the meaning of love
Tell me. You have me curious
Since the rest of the world is
Oblivious.
YOU ARE READING
Amphigory
شِعر"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
