Love Undone Poem by Dans Only
Love Undone
Here I come
Straining against self-imposed boundaries.
Breaking all the rules
Levied against myself.
Holding myself
In a loosening embraced cradle.
Dropping further into confusion.
Denying the possibilities
Of happiness.
Tinging them with doubt.
Polluting them with suspicions.
Worrying when all is lost.
Where's the hope?
Asking all the wrong questions
Over and over again.
Monotony.
Kill me!
Kill me now
And be done.
Life's too cruel
To be fun.
Dying words of the broken.
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5/5/2024 5:46:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
dying words of the broken na its not true see mine ** WORDS ** Words, mere words, Mind’s birds. Alpha to omega, conglomeration of syllables, Meeting of vowels, Flirting of consonants. It’s permutations and combinations begets Couplets, stanzas poetry’s extravaganza Or maybe haikus tankas, senyrus allegories, lyrics epigrams, limericks sonnets, elegy epics and cacophony. Words have so much- to say in ones life Joie de vivre can infuse life in dead Vitriolic venom can fill another with dread can start Armageddon can broach a peace deal A trump card for politicians a balm for the lonely a granary for the poets a missile in a duel a bower of hope Some words so calm and tranquil methinks I hear in accents low some so harsh give goose pimples some so witty can make one smile away all the blues and some spewed like venom even one word will drive deaths nail deep within you. So choose the right words For the right moment And at the right time Beware or you will be caught in devil’s snare. Anjali 29-05-2009