He stands waiting by the water, Going no closer, steping no farther. He stares upon a lake of fire, Having no will, no desire. I see his pain in troubled eyes, Feeling his soul as it dies. So close to him I feel his breath, So close to morbid, painful death. He cannot think of the one who cares, For in his mind, the troubles he bares. I beg for him to come and hold me, But his pain is worse than I can see, It keeps him away, away from me. Red rose of passion lying on his grave, Me? I was crying, while trying to be brave. My love for him was stronger than life, So I buried myself as his wife.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem by finding the words in my head. Sometimes when I'm feeling depressed, poems just pop into my brain. I either push them out of my mind, or I write them down. This time, I wrote it down.
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