Ebhodaghe Godstime


Ode To The Dead Love - Poem by Ebhodaghe Godstime

A fallowed soul, is free from sorrow
But life no love is death, I think

My heart now bleeds and can not cease
To think with fear, it's fear I think
Such grim of tears my chin has seen
Erodes my head and I can't think
When love is dead is death, I think

What love has done
Is death when gone

Your hand is here but heart elsewhere
You lifted me but plucked my wings
You cast shadow but not at home
Built me a home without a road
You spelled me bound to loath alone

You starve my world without your love
You set your sail without a trail
To love and stop does hurt a lot
To face your grave I face no grace

To love and stop
Does hurt a lot

As grass beneath grows now and then
Can't you just grow and death should end?
Though blood to blood the rules abhor
Except for clay, the heart no bane
Oh love to death I lost
Oh death in death you lose

To love and stop
Such death hurts all

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Refrain


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, December 11, 2015


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