The Dolorous Wound Poem by Gabriel SimpsonLaw

This dolorous wound that festers still, caused me by your thoughtlessness
Given that you might fulfil fate’s destiny with someone else
Is fair reminder to me now and every day that hence I breathe
That should I ever think to love, that love’s own darts remain ensheathed

This hopeless cut that bleeds the most that will not clot nor knit alone
Is badge for me on coat and shield a blazon seen but else unknown
For it cannot be ciphered by those recreant or ill disposed
To risk all life upon a thing ephemeral or ill composed

This gushing hole so dreadful bright before me as a banner held
Must surely drain all mortal light then revenant am I compelled
To gimp among the wretches who have suffered hard of love’s dark sword
With pain eclipsing all they know and all I know of loves reward

This spiteful bitter pulsing cup which doubtless flows forevermore
The fall of all I once held true and that most dear I now abhor
Stark desolate the land appears and low the skies forlorn decree
That you and life and love and all are done for all eternity