Love Lost in #140


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Pause in thought.
There's an echoing;
Walking through the hollows,

Our palms write psalms
On the face of the wall
Between us.
Reaching for a memory
Of Love's whisper, lost.

Sweet as sin;
Bitter as cursed vines,
These threads are woven
From crossed lines
That etch, our noose ends.

Our words, are frozen,
Like swords, they
strike and bounce;
Their clanging, harrowing.
Their sparks, momentarily lighting
This blue darkness
Of Love's light, lost.

The pace quickens.
Knives for thumbs
Embrace pain
That cuts both ways;

Till all is red.
A poppy field
where leaves have fled,
To be one with blood,
Giants and dwarves.

In this removed world,
Love's life is lost.

Osundolire Ifelanwa



Osundolire Oladapo Ifelanwa

Architect. Writer. Aspiring Immortal