Love Spear Poem by nishca koeries

O;
Spear called Love
Your tears; they leave me sightless
Your pain; it leaves me nightless

Makes brittle my bones
Too brittle to move
You, oh spear of love
You pierce my soul
Peck at it until only little tatters of flesh are left hanging
Ghoul-like flesh
Dead flesh
Numb flesh

Sightless eyes are of no use
Sightless eyes due to your abuse
When will you stop your relentless pecking?
Ne'er have I been so brittle
I turn to dust at the touch of your tip

You come at a fast speed
From the hand of man
That same Helping Hand Keats so willingly extends
That same hand who kills;
Ends a life
Presses down too hard...
And kills

I ought to take caution after every bruise
Every open wound
Every sightless eye
And
Nightless nights
Yet:
I still believe
Still desire
Still am passionate
Still embrace you with arms wide open

To you Dear Love
I extend an eternal olive branch
Rich in colour
Hope the nectar within
Wrapped in green passion
With a glimmer of lust -
For appeal
So shiny a branch
It leaves you in a trance

You Dear Love in the hands of men
Are lusty
Is jealous
Holds grudges over ancient artifacts
Thou dost not remember sweet melodies
Dost not feel beautiful memories
But does hear unkind words
Does remember when things went wrong...
You, Dear Love, in the hands of man is a sad sad song;
A tatter of flesh
Dead flesh
Numb

O, Love you leave me sightless
Your pain: ev'r nightless