A Word Called 'Love'

by EpithetPoet   Nov 12, 2005


Fading past laughs in black
Grazing chains with raw fingers
Sifting the sand with aging shoes
Feeling the dust rise and linger

How sad your life has become
Wasting away with blood on your cheek
Blackness resting under your eyes
Marrow so cold, brittle and weak

Shut out by your only thoughts
They blinded you with tears of hate
And drenched your tender nerves
Contruing your body in this timeless shape

There was once a beauty in your eyes
A glimmer a star would be envious of
But that glimmer faded long ago
When you gave up on a word called 'love'

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  • 18 years ago

    by Krete

    The entire beginning, first three stanzas, reminds me of make up. And how it masks the true beauty of anyone.

    The idea of pain is felt very well throughout each stanza. I make this observation, because I believe the timeless shapes, blackness, & grazing chains ... all symbolize the downfall of the human shine. The glimmer, if you will.

    How you articulate and allow the audience to be entrapped in this delicate imagery ... it is well beyond understood - the pain, solace & loss of grace. The fall, if you will.

    5/5

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