*This is a compilation of 3 unfinished poems…
Love truly is incompatible with chains,
one must not utter love and obedience
in a single breath, neither love and compliance,
unlike a shrew, love can never be tamed!
Promising stagnation, love cannot be,
nor a memorandum of agreement
between hearts to keep bleeding like a saint
from stabbing doubts and sarcasms love is free!
Time is a great healer, we say but how!
Can tomorrow ease the pain that is killing now?
It cannot hurt so much once we are gone
with the debts all paid what our life had loaned!
Perhaps the time that heals is not the time of hands
that move across the round, scribbled face behind
polished glasses, encased in platinum
but a different one that does not warp or bend!
When the dead things
are coming back to life,
it hurts like hell,
almost as much as when
a life is snatched by Death
but o, an endless life
is more regretful than being dead,
ask Tithonus, how much he wants to die!
Image: The Endless Road by Ilia