Love after death

Love after death

A Poem by Rose Masen

You're leaving, I'm crying, tears so vicious they simmer.
Our love is battered but standing, my sight is dimmer.
I have regrets; un-matching last names, untold feelings
A last grasp- everything's on the table, your words my healing's.
My soul a disfigured entity, each piece a memory unforgotten
tugging at severed heart strings, loves many pieces allotted.
With you brought new vision, new eyes and pure air
Same wind, but a different tickle on my skin; through my hair
Moments of hope, lingering feelings of despair
Tug-of-war between emotional distress and physical wear and tear
We stood a chance; an empty soul, a cold heart- as one
We burned bright in love and engulfed others in flames
Now our time of goodbye nears, fire seethes untamed.
Never to indulge in the pleasant flame of love,
scolding the skin, taking a path of prisoners until done.
At the time of my dying hour, I will remain mute
Not speaking of our love, instead opening the soul
sharing our memories like forbidden fruit.
Im sure of it's final ravage and welcome the pain,
for if this is the last time, I will end with much to gain.
Goodbye, My Love.

© 2015 Rose Masen


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Wow! Written with the urgency of someone who has much to say and no time to say it. The words are economical, yet powerful. 'sharing our memories like forbidden fruit'
Bravo!

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Rose Masen

6 Years Ago

Thank you, so much! That is EXACTLY what I was trying to portray with this piece! Thank you, thank y.. read more

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Rose Masen
Rose Masen

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