A Love Forsaken

December 13, 2011
No one can ever
understand the pain I feel
from losing you so.

No one hears my screams
of anguish or sees my face
streaked with tears.

Alone I suffer in
silence, reliving the sting
of your betrayal.

I threw away all
of the letters you wrote--now
stained with deceit.

Confused I feel
in so many ways--how could
this have happened?

The red rose that once
was precious and beautiful,
lays withered, broken.





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snowleopard100 said...
May 25, 2012 at 2:11 pm
The body of the poem, due to the amazing talents I've seen in your other work, could be more imaginative. A perfect example of this kind of striking imagery is at the end of this poem with the "withering rose"--a knock out line. I loved that part, truly great
 
beautifulspirit This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
May 26, 2012 at 10:22 am
Really interesting comment--this poem is part of my earlier work, so I was a little hesitant in constructing a poem of this subject, a love gone wrong. But I see that the middle could've been longer. Actually, I thought the last stanza with the "withering rose" was trite and overdone, but I'm pleasantly surprised that u like it.
 
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