Love's Labors

April 13, 2018
By Anonymous

Love's labors are lost upon wretched souls,
more fear than light besieged the heart of those
who loved only because of the mirage that is grassy knolls.
I felt breath that had a grassy note.

From it came a hint of sunshine,
Through the cracks in my soul.

I lost it for:
I wept from consignment to my wretched past,
I wept from concealment of my wretched breaths,
I wept from hidden depths I felt in myself,
I mired in self-loathing and fro there came no recompense.

I felt the shadow of loss creep up inside,
I felt the yearning for those who had stepped aside.

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.

Parkland Book

Parkland Speaks

Smith Summer