She was my only,
Made hearts’ beats skip.
True love; to be married
For my legs, she made limp.
Happy house, happy home
Passion speaks of that night
We made love in the bedroom
Everything seemed just right.
Till dawn broke upon us,
The rainy night drying.
I woke to the sound
Of my love crippled, crying.
“What be the matter?”
I rushed to her side
As she peered up upon me,
“Love i’m dying inside.”
“Something hurts,” she whimpered
Holding her breast
Where her heart lay shattered,
Blackened in her chest.
“Make it stop, oh make it stop!”
She curled up in a ball
All huddled on the floor top
The doctor I did call.
“Love it’ll be alright,
You shall be okay”
“No my love I’m so sorry,
I will surely die today.”
My face shook with fear
“Oh Love whatever do you mean?”
Her eyes became hollow,
As she looked out the window to the ravine.
Darkness fell over the room
As she cried no more;
Hand still clutched to her chest,
Legs sprawled across the floor.
I heard voices echo
From the downstairs grand hall
Help had arrived;
The savior expert I had call.
“Comfort in soon aid, my love!”
My eyes waited at the entry.
But as they returned to my devotion,
She was gone like last century.
Angst swirled in my head
And true horror emerged.
The window was wide open;
My love’s dismay I hoped purged
With the help of a doctor,
With the help of her love;
As she rushed for the moat
I flew off like a dove.
Down the labyrinth stairs
Past maids in the hall
I cruised ‘round the doctor
Everyone, but no one at all.
She was my everything:
Total sum of my thoughts.
Two worlds that collided
Now her world just rots.
She was always happy
With her silk dress she’d twirl
So why now was she mangled
In a sudden, wicked hurl.
Maybe a wretched witch
Had ushered a spell,
Or an infernal devil
Had sentenced her hell.
As I dashed through the fields,
Past the cows, crops, and slaves,
I pondered only a moment
As I passed our scheduled graves.
Then I saw her there standing,
Like a statue of fear.
“I’m coming my love!
I’ll save you my dear!”
She turned ‘round to view me.
Her eyes had gone black.
She teetered on the edge;
I prayed she never step back.
Past her was a cliff
Few hundreds near deep.
If she went off the boundary
She’d never rise from a sleep.
I stopped in my tracks,
Not daring another step.
Her blonde curls flying wispy
My heart stuck in a shlep.
It then happened in a blur
In lackadaisical motions.
My eyes hurt; all blurry
Such they endured salty oceans.
She whispered these soft words,
“My love, oh please save me”
Her eyes made of glass,
Her mouth gaping widely.
Then her foot stepped backward,
Not finding its hold,
With her arms out expansive
The weight of gravity controlled.
“No!” I cried suddenly
As I rushed to her side
But as her body fell backwards
Over the edge, to the bottom…
She died.
It hurt my heart deeply
As I lost all joyed.
I looked over the edge,
Then dropped into the void.
It riddles me deeply
The things done for love,
But lost love is a push,
And a push comes to shove.
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Cursed Love
PoetryThis poem entertains the idea that a man's wife is cursed in some way by some unknown factor, and has spiralled into an uncontrollable fit that inevitably leads to the revallence of her fate. The two are madly in love and the man has no clue as to w...
