The slow, slow throb of failing love
resounds full deep within my veins,
yet courses still to feed the mind
that longs for peace and sanity.
How close becomes the thin divide
betwixt a thought of rationale,
and one of spent illusions past.
To cloud a judgement born of faith
too late a vision formed of lies.
Deceit, a cloak of velvet barbs
drawn close about to comfort, yet,
with each embrace a wound inflicts
a memory too raw to forget.
A very heartfelt poem on failed love... well worded with excellent phrases and lines.
Thank you so much Chito, truly appreciate you commenting so generously. Lodigiana xx
This poem is very excellent. But I wants to reads successive poem.
Thank you so much for passing by and reading and commenting on my work..I truly appreciate this xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words are very neatly woven to express your mind on failing love. Liked it. 'Deceit, a cloak of velvet barbs drawn close about to comfort, yet, witheach embrace a wound inflicts a memory too raw to forget. '...is excellent. Thanks for sharing.10++++++
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