Love can be the strength, to move the greatest mountain, Glowing as a rainbow, in a decorative water fountain, It can erase pain, that decades of time, could not heal, Cause even the most callous heart, to now somehow feel. Something so powerful, can be a source of energy to all, Who care so, for others, and will be there, if they fall. Were this power, to be, one that we could begin to leash, There would be no hunger, pain, no more wars, only peace But the loss,of this love, causes a pain that leads to more, As, the betrayed one, finally shuts, each and every door, That allowed one, so trusted, to cause such agonizing pain, To never allow others to have this kind of control again! From this deception is born, even more reason to doubt, That this life, as we know it, is worth playing out. So, another small column, in the local paper, will read, Suicide was the result, of the soul, left, alone, to bleed.
Reason for writing:
the poem was written, because of a situation, that made me question, why we profess to love one another, and yet, daily hurt each other, without seeing, what damage it brings.
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