Tragic love

Sliced wrists blood spilling profusely,

tears mixing blood rhyming slightly fading.

He screams out, veins bulging, eyes shot,

fearing living leaving he makes his way.

Pictures before him, images of intimacy,

phone broken, hands weak, candles burn.

Twisting the room, dizzy he becomes,

crying so loudly his tears breaking ice.

Scene of despair in the eyes of a lost man,

broken in his heart, devastated in his eyes.

Pain known, felt, owned by his soul,

death unable to be reached in his efforts.

Smoke filling room, flames taking hold,

nightmares coming true in his reality broken.

Holding onto life, expecting death, mixed emotions,

why he screams, please he pleas, tears don’t end.

Entombed by his love, buried alive by her death,

endlessly suffering, knowingly fading he falls.

Lights so bright before his dreary existence,

mistakenly wrong as she walks through the door.

Looking at the blood, pools of tears, broken man,

frozen in his sight, unable to say a word.

All that he wanted was gone, she was gone,

message of his lost love before him now.

Ghost he feels, light he falls, life is over,

holding his hands, blood stops, tears all but dry.

Looking into his eyes she knows his love,

she can’t stop this now, too late this hour is.

He cannot speak, sorry is his action, action too late to take away,

heartbroken she lays on his chest void of breath.

Her tears mixing into his she falls away,

a love made into tragedy, life so cold.

She passes with him into the light,

darkness fills their eyes as they sleep.

Love and pain twisting the arms of desire,

found in the blood, known in their hearts.













Johnny Newell