The Lost And Found Poem by Jeff Wrubel

The Lost And Found



When there's love in your blood,
then there's blood in your love
in the light of the moon she stood
shovel in hand and hand in glove

on the pit's edge did he moan
light of day stolen, here he lay
one by one, like dark birds flown
the cards in hand, dealt away

you took it all from me, said he
love flew light like a bumblebee
you gave it all for free, said she
soul the deep root of it's tree

I've nothing left to give for free
Their words grown together like vine
I've nothing left to need from thee
Interchangeable as labels on cheap wine

Lovers may scar what they tried to mend
by consuming the fire of the other
the burning skeletal branches bend
into the forgone fate of the martyr

Time spent together at the lost and found
They went the distance, tripped up by the end
Blood sunk back into the broken ground
A tale as old as the heart of existence

Thursday, April 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: break up,breaking up,depression,heartache,heartbreak,love,lovers,martyr,passion,unrequited love
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