Relieve the pain.
Scribble words.
An act mundane,
to his universe.
He'd had enough,
and so he said –
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Oh my love!
I have paid.
All my love,
down to the pave.
For you bore not,
the love I gave.
Untie my knot,
undone this slave.
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"Set me free!"
His heart exclaims. . .
"I loved not thee."
She proclaims.
Then cometh to his wits,
it was he who enslaved,
himself to pain down the pits;
when for love he had laid,
His Soul. His Truth. His Bliss.
Then so he wrote one final creed,
the last of his odes; his parting plead.
Drag me deep down!
To the depths of fiery Tartarus!
for love is an act so murderous,
that everyday it smites mine heart.
I've given up this life I own,
sold to ink for one purpose.
Write poems, songs, odes; all in chorus.
Cram all ardor into immortal art.
That if one day I be finally known,
for the fool I was; in love I lose.
May my path not be used,
that time I know I've done my part.
"To play the act of the b r o k e n f o o l."
Longest Poem I've ever written. I cannot believe I've done something like this. These are actually two separate poems I've done that I combined together. Dedicated to a friend of mine. Inspired by some of the events in his life and mine... a reminder of our foolishness in love. </3