Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2013
With sharp pain and pure agony
    My soul, my heart did writhe
Now it’s deep void, most shadowy
    Though once it was most blithe

Before the cold, cold winds of death
    Blew down from up the straight
And long my last and troubled breath
    I cursed my darkest fate

I cursed the love that bonded we
   With silk of life and bliss
But all a sudden agony
   Became that forlorn kiss
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
Written by
Gleb Zavlanov
573
   Terry O'Leary and Claire R
Please log in to view and add comments on poems