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The Death of Love
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3. Nameless Enigma It hurts
Like a void
Has taken over
The space where my
Heart should be
It burns
As if a hole
Has been formed
By ripping my heart
Away from my breast
It’s agony
Yet I am numb
And I can barely
Feel anything
That is going on
I’m empty
Inside myself
My body is as if
It is dead and all
The blood has dried
It’s gone
The happiness
That I once felt
Deep within my soul
Now is only space
I’m cold
Like a shell
Left out alone
To crack and whither
Until nothing is left
It’s done
What once was
And what will be
Always remembered
That’s you and me
I feel the loss and the pain in this piece. Well done.
If a poem like this one, makes the reader feel a special kind of pain, I believe it has done it's job. This one has.