Unloved

There is no more love for me.

He had his neck in a rope
Ready to finally go
Not a rope but a tightrope
As his friends and family made him sorrow

He was ready to end it
When he thought a bit
In the people he loved
In the end it was too late, he is unloved.

Author's Note

All feedback is appreciated

Reviews

[Angie G]

I can relate to this poem. Sometimes the tightrope seems to be the only way out. But always keep in mind someone, somewhere loves you. Great write.

[amethyst1998]

Hi been reading your poems and I think your poem "Darkness" is the best answer to this .

[JoséNEO]

Yeah, actually Darkness was written after this poem. So Darkness kind of is a part 2 of this one in a way.