Burden

Love lifts you,
Lifeless and limp.
A corpse with a string 

Tied

Around it's wrist
Being carried higher and higher

Until it no longer exists. 

Author's Note

I don't usually write poetry.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Short but profound. Perfection scrawled on every line (except that it's the wrong its...."its" is the possessive) Well done!