Loss
In anguished torment, teardrops fell
--there’s no escaping one’s own hell
The love she sought could never be
Yet, likewise, would not set her free
Her heart, her soul, her everything
Was owned, completely, all her being
With nothing left to call her own.
She cowered, from the great unknown.
The very breath within her chest
The heart that beat within her breast
Her tattered soul in remnants tore
When this love died, would live no more.
And still without restraint or rein
Unbridled through the joy and pain
Emotion dared to run a rife…
She loved him more than even life!
By Sandy lee
© 2012 Sandy lee
(All rights reserved)
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