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Feeling of Letting Love Away

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It's like the feeling of being alone,
post-harmonious yet pre-realisation
of the exact workings, the exact reasons
behind it all. The pursuit of information
and inspiration, once the inspiration
has fled so ceremoniously.
Every day I dream of re-acquisition,
yet every day I fail to sleep,
still lacking that very element.

Surely God made love merely
as a tool to trouble His creation
and to sadden His troops beyond
even the most familiar's recognition?
I sense such things, as beauty,
yes, it is a soured weapon,
drawing the blind to the chase
in hope of a success,
success that never comes.

Memories approach me, yet to them
tell I that I long to forget. Reminders
of happier times now do nothing
but highlight the current climate,
cold and bitter. Broken. Shattered
by love and hope and post-possessive
regret. This hope, it says that a chance
may still arise for lovefulness,
yet my mind tells me otherwise.
"The Feeling of Letting Love Away"...isn't it strange how all of my titles are too long for the box? That's a joke! Anyway, this is another one of my blah-de-blah "rom-otional" goolies. I don't really have anything to say on the matter, I just suggest that you give it a read.
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