Love has no remorse
when the cold hard truth hits
It has no feelings of sympathy
Nor is kindness
it’s finest characteristic
It is cruel and relentless
Beating you down until you bleed
and beg for mercy
But it shows none
It has led you to it’s lair
by the prettiest of paths
All decked with flowers
and babbling brooks
To skip along and sing
sweet melodies
as you followed the gentle curves and slopes
only to snare you
unexpectedly
into it’s dark pit
Then led to slaughter
The firing squad at dawn
Will broken
and brought to your knees
Crying and sobbing
Heart bursting
Unable to breathe
The death is slow and torturous
And the last thing you hear
is the mocking laughter
Lorraine Licona ©
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This makes me to a lovable mood of poetry or dream To skip along and sing sweet melodies as you followed the gentle curves and slopes only to snare you unexpectedly