Love Falls – Poem

Eyes adorned with shadows, red shot, dark and pained,

the ocean descends at its leisure, with force, disregarding its owner as mundane.

She stands, carrying her defiant armour, defeated at the war of love, she thought she had accomplished its art, but failed in the midst of its travels. 

She speaks diligently, facing her once most loved; now an enemy, 

I depart from thou, to safeguard my soul from any further brutality. I assure; thou wishes the same’.

She musters deeper to gain control, yielding all strength she can decipher,

‘hold on oh heart of mine’, she whispers, ‘don’t fail me yet’, allow me to reach a secluded visual before you avenge me for my errors.

She carries herself out, humbling before her palpating organ, in order to request a calm, a subtle punishment. 

He stands, gazing at the unfolded horrors, dumbfound by its end, subduing his inner turmoil, yet failing to make amends.

He falls upon the ice cold ground, witnessing the sudden, swift change; in mood, in air,

he whimpers as his sacred love departs, and darkness embraces his fate. 

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A poem penned following my short story. This composes what the story contained but in poetry form. 

Sobia
Daily Post Prompt

Love Falls

She listened attentively, holding back the storm that was brewing within. 

A tear forcing its way down and landing with a splash upon the palm of her hand. 

He froze upon witnessing her ordeal, silence embraced them, unwelcoming their next exchange of words. 

She made her way to the door, to free herself from the pain, grasping the door handle with all her might, searching for strength to speak. she then turned to face him, without allowing herself to fail or become weak. 

She broke the cold silence, leaving him with her last words to reminisce over; 

‘I should leave rather than allow myself to be broken slowly, it’s the best thing to do, for me, and I suppose for you too. 

Goodbye’. 

The door closed with a thud, he stood still, trying to embrace what just occurred, he had lost; he had lost her, he had lost all. 

‘You never really understood me. 

I still love you, I really do’ he whispered. 

He stared at the door, wanting her to return.

He fell; the floor was cold, the air around him began to change, his eyes closing slowly, everything disappearing from sight; leaving him in complete silence and in complete darkness. . .

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Image: Pinterest, can’t seem to find the owner behind it. 

Lost

  

A scenery so beautiful, that has become lost over time, it hides many stories of those who walked it’s path. Maybe it was of lovers, who enjoyed it’s peace and serenity, creating memories to share with those to come. Or of those who were parted by destiny, yet met here to maintain their promises, or of those who revisited in remembrance of lost lovers.The secrets it withholds shall be tied within its ageing beauty, as the old marks fade, the new emerge.

The secrets shall remain undisclosed, the mysteries unwritten, the abandoned scape still echoes the laughter and whispers of those who have gone. 

Sobia