The Absence of Love
He feels so invisible,
Nothing flows,
Only time and space exist.
No emotion is conveyed,
Pointless remarks
Weave the tapestries of meaninglessness.
We live in a system,
Where no imagination,
No rays of light,
Penetrate our failing unities.
If Love could only see.
If She could only peek her slumbering eyes
For once into his soul.
If She could undo the shackles
Held by darkness.
Love can only be fulfilled
Through the showing of fear,
And its recognition.
We are so focused on
Hiding this emotion,
The second it appears,
He is shunned by the soul,
Her very essence is filled with disgust.
Oh why,
Why must Love flee her cradle,
Why must it flow like the wind...
I could feel her once,
I could feel the warmness.
The very question of her grasp slowly fading
Was never apparent.
She would convey a sense of purpose,
She would close the icy gates.
She would find my deepest emotions,
And eradicate my fears and doubts.
She would fill my empty cup...
But now,
She has fled me for the last time.
It is easier to satisfy the serpent,
Then to have it gnaw at your feat.
She must scrutinize that,
Evil should not be feared,
For it is inevitable for all,
As we comb the fields of Reaper's playground...
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