Executed by love...
A weapon of mass destruction,
Torn between everything
My heart becomes dysfunction.
An attack so cruel...
That one heart cannot hold to defend,
Level of disability is low
This battle must come to an end.
Only memories remain
Leaving trails of blood behind,
Once the rain has washed away...
The tracks will be hard to find.
Hallucination takes view
A moment of death reveals,
Your absence penetrates through my soul,
Has caused my heart to drown in tears.
Retrieve your attack
For I have long awaited,
To defend and take victory...
My love will retaliate.
Highly above mundane...Soaked with vanity fair and weeping nights...Great Work Dear...
'Once the rain has washed away/the tracks will be hard to find... ' words of prescience from the thick of battle.
Theany, I now edit PoitryHaus.com & wish you would join. We only have 40-something members and nobody is posting enough (except me I guess) .
Ambitions provoking in this one.Greatly done by over boundary imaginations and milieu...
Highly above mundane...Soaked with vanity fair and weeping nights...Great Work Dear...
Highly above mundane...Soaked with vanity fair and weeping nights...Great Work Dear...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Highly above mundane...Soaked with vanity fair and weeping nights...Great Work Dear...