Friday, July 20, 2012

Love's demise

How inevitably
Sorrow sneaked up
After the rains
Squandered the night
Like bitter families and logic
Extracting dreams
From our happy slumber
Serpent of knowledge
They’d offer
Enticing pleading
Familial fruits
will erode our love
And trample the remnant
smooth brittle pebbles
I’d prefer a poisoned dart
rather than the gradual death
as if natural
But love’s demise
Is less dramatic
He succumbed
I survived

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