Poe's Mistress

Virginia walks where I cannot

The angels know her name

Where my name was is now a blot

My muse hands me the blame

I whisper love, she does not hear

She knows my heart tells lies

She listens with a cautious ear

And sees through my disguise

I try but cannot feel her pain

A mistress she shall stay

I try my best but can't explain

The demons I must slay

She hides my sin to no avail

The truth cuts like a knife

She knows that she will only fail

Name only, she's my wife

A mistress she will always be

I know it seems absurd

She'll ever be in love with me

But my love is the word

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I think many poets have this problem. We live to write and put others second in life. I learned a long time ago to love deeply in reality and then write those worlds with words. Poe was a different character and struggled with many demons. Great write with the descriptions.

[David O Whalen (O Haol..]

Simply put:you write good. The words fall effortlessly from the tongue and the rhyme is flawless. A pleasure to read.

[Sabnock7]

It resounds with "never more" lonely and bursting with irrational intelligence. Great poem

[Riss Ryker]

This was a perfect poem, evocative in its imagery. I think you captured the essence of the Poe's mistress with perfect clarity. Well done! Loved it!

[Whiskurz]

Thank you Poetic Beauty.....Whisk

[Poetic Beauty]

Its a great write about a twist poet whom is one of my favorites