dilahK lagnahC


The Second Stage Of Love - Poem by dilahK lagnahC

The second stage of love
O the cruel nights

the razing days and
the grinding machine of my bones

My friend once told me
The second stage of love

The time of repulsions
and feeble knots waiting to get torn

Or is this not a bit of love
But a mirage of my lonely self

Unlovable and stone hard
Steel and rock bottom

My love is here but
where is hers, or was it never

The cruel and ugly love
the second stage

Call it no love or second stage
The fire burns the skin same

Topic(s) of this poem: cruelty, loneliness, love

Form: Ars Poetica


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A friend told me that love has certain stages. The first is the best, that is when you fall in love. The second is the worst when you start having repulsions after gaining a sense of fullness. After this stage is passed comes the stage of acceptance. It's confusing when you face it. You don't know if it is or it is not love. Or if there ever was any love. Well, life is cruel and sometimes it can get so cruel that you may have to live.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2016



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