Death of Love

A short poem about what the absence of love would do to us

You cannot hide your soul
From the burning embers of fate
In this world of unremitting struggle
We seek immortality for oneself
Realization will deceive your hope
Hope will betray your actuality
Nothing is what it seems
Only time will show these scars,
Scars that you have so worthily obtained
During the struggles of subsistence
Pain shows itself as an ally
Comfort is the sprite of deceit
Immortality for this connotative bequest
Is like the bereavement of love itself

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[Frantzuu]

wow this is so powerful and mysterious, great details, straight to the point, and easy to follow. awesome!!!

[April]

wow that rlly nice

[Heather Marie]

I like the depiction of the scars, I still don't like the word "oneself", but everything else flows very well.

[Silere]

Wow.. definitely a different view. It's written quite well. You choose such great words to use as a description of the message here.. Nicely done! Thank you for sharing!! 100/100