Bitter

Victim of another thunderbolt, this treacherous world Is much for me,
In scripts hand-written, thoughts then altered now – true love was never meant to be.

Softness in the eyes vanished, mellowed nature then - hard, change too much to bear,
Love in the air around before vaporized, now disappearing like never was there.

Undying love chained below, now cold and very dead,
Laughter bubbled, unmoving and still, tis stage it would come people have often said.

Phrases above mark mine own end in poetry,
Frozen ink, prosaic mind, emotionless heart heartless body … thankyou is all that is left to say.

To die if …

The sparkling make-believe diamond strains to drip,
But it is unable to repel the force and oozes out of my grip.

Ripples, as it falls, the rest unite,
Never losing a wink, lost to water, nothing is anymore light.

Oh ray, love’s labor ere lost, light the watery path,
Else fury of love, vision will perceive my wrath.

Feel eel depth of love, ambers never turning cold,
Sense then how essential for life to me greater than the world.

Some sole assist in this love deed,
None sole – then best paid with my life indeed!