Love is a disease

They follow me,

just following me,

dragging behind this world alone,

with the wait of life,

no longer there,

and the power of pain in the air

 

It seeps in through the night,

and destroys every part of your mind,

in a grievence of hate,

Anger is love,

and pain is near,

when you hear those words ever so clear

 

Its like a dart to the heart,

the life drained from you,

that you just never knew,

following me,

on my knees,

dragging behind this world alone,

with the weight of life,

no longer there,

and a bleeding heart,

with stiches eveywhere.

Reviews

[Katannaism]

So true-So true. This poem has such feeling! Such emotion and melancholy! The darkness enveloping it just engulfed me-as well as the amazing slew of metaphors. Beautiful job!

[Jake]

I love it. Not the traditional love poem without a traditional rhyme pattern. I like the way it reads, the rhymes catch me off guard and add a sense of uncomfortableness that really suits the themes of the poem. Beautiful piece.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Yes, well done, I usually shy away from "The Love Poem", merely because poets today lose the impact of love, but you have achieved it here, very well done, it almost reminds me of the styling s of Wilde.

[Shayla Sayer]

what inspired this poem...?