Half Finished Poems

Lust for you long lost,
   Yet my passion still remains.
No longer your love,
   Running through my veins.
Dark days, and well, darker nights.
   A few more bottles,
A few more fights.
     Voices in my head,
Filling me with dread.
   Have I lost love
Or worse, the ability of.
   A passion without touch,
Blaspheme
   A touch without passion,
Like the cold touch of death incarnate.
     Was this meant to be?
I fall in love too easily,
   With you, and me, and all that's above.
Half finished poems are writ in my soul,
     Begging for an end within another's heart.

Reviews

[San1601]

I really enjoyed reading your poem. I can relate to it and it is haunting. Great Poem.

[James Whitefall]

I really like the idea of this poem, but I feel that this type of layout would work better with rhymes interlocking the lines, or something like that. I enjoyed reading it either way, I just wished it flowed better. Thanks for the read.