At Love’s End
A poem
Published in
Nov 13, 2020
You chose my heart
Yet made it shed
Green leaves dispersed
Its hunger quenched
With a dish of ache
A glass of twinge
A bowl of pain
Dessert of pricks
What loss to calm
And win for grief
Now newfound rage
A death to peace
Conquest of rest
What solitude
Dare not intrude
You owned my heart
Yet broke its day
Distort its face
Chiselled with stings
Chain-sawed its joy
Letting it bleed
Slowly passing out
Until dark cast
Sweet peace displaced
To love is lost
Comfort disturbed
What solitude
No more at ease
Not words, nor deeds
No clemency
Our time at ends
You had your chance
To make amends
