Shabati Dokyu

Loves Tragedy

Alack thee heart of mine, why tread in tragedy?
Erelong 'twas said 'to meddle has no remedy'
For love is but tragedy in its state of bliss
And gluts passion maugre the love that is amiss
Which leaves nothing but thy own selfish grief
And that awf'd lovely euphoric kiss;
That I favor every now
And find it I avow
For as I meddle in twixt in its own affairs
And all of it consumes me and sanity it impairs
My quest becomes an eternal strife of that bliss
of that awf'd lovely euphoric kiss
Which shall flood me with a plethora of such joy.
Oh I am infatuated by this suffering all the more
And Nay I shall be in twain up until nevermore!

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 13, 2012
Poem Edited: Saturday, January 14, 2012

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  • Chinedu DikeChinedu Dike (9/14/2014 4:54:00 PM)

    A great poem written in heightened language. Very insightful and beautifully penned piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing and keep it up.

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