Without My Love Poem by Nicholas Abaddon

outside my window a nightingale sings,
All the things could be swim before my eyes
a senator, a police officer, a lawyer
Hollow praise and heartfelt criticism fill my ears.

Beside of me there lies a picture of my love,
Not long ago she let her soul fly free like a dove.
Why pull the plug on something so beautiful?
I am sick of wailing, sick of crying.

i want to see my love again,
I want to live my life a new.
This cannot be,
Why has this curse fallen unto me?

In my hand I hold a knife,
Outside boils the night with rage
what better way to end my life?
Thunder roars approval of God himself.

Suddenly warmth flows through me,
As it did when my love smiled upon me.
The sun shines through the clouds,
Then the world becomes clear and colorful.

How shall I live with out my love?
Then I see on a branch a tiny dove.
It stares at me for a moment then flies away towards the clouds.
Now I know she is still with me,
I shall never question this again.