when love has become a prison....
when love brings unceasing distress
when love leaves you breathless
you choke on your own ashes
when love is equal to infinite tears
excruciating pains and wretchedness
a demented passion...a poison
and then suddenly it's gone..
the one you depended on
though it's untimely
Love showed mercy
do not fret....
it is good don't be irate
it is euthanasia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.