She Is Gone Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

The life he once knew is no longer worth waking up and hearing the birds singing.

He would rather hear the music of the earth falling in space colliding with meteors.

Let my heart become as the sword that cuts flesh that will not live again.

She gave him the emptiness of his soul that bitterness found in his living.

Her kisses that were once gifts of the moon that asks the rain to hold him at midnight.

Now they remind him of the glaciers of Antarctica that falls deep into his eyes.

Where is the love that abused him with passions of ecstasy; that thrilled the being of his appetite within his serenity?

His tears have replaced the torrential rain falls of Noah's Arc that navigated the new world.

The peace of love is now a battlefield of torments that cannot escape his smell of explosions on her lips.

She guided him through the thunder of her love with the face of lightning that erupted his smile.

The beast of his timid ways is caged in the crown of fallen soldiers that portrayed love in innocence.

Waters of consummations gone wrong; waters of love forsaken; waters of eyes cremated; waters of she is gone!

Written by Theodore Mosley
August 10,2018