The Tragic Fall Poem by Leon Agnew

You are my life,
My soul, my strife,
My anguish and my love
I breathe, I lie,
I swoon, and die,
On you, my pure white dove.

Give me a sign,
Should you be mine,
And end my suffering.
Tell me you're there,
Prove that you care,
To keep my heart beating.

My heart is crossed,
But still she's lost,
She stole my soul from me.
All that I've kept,
There's nothing left,
But dreadful certainty.

A noose, a gun,
And death has won,
My sad soul is crying.
For better days,
For other ways,
Without her, I'm dying.