There’s a place upon the hearth
never bare of lovers hearts with shattered
madness .. torn desires … love’s broken hearts
lover’s sadness
gladness flogged to death with sheer
delight every step along the road of
kindness …
but it’s not
their
concern …
…..
I see them now I’ll see them again …
clutching just beneath the sight of awareness …
the fruit of their desire …
…..
i see lovers besieged,
held prisoner in bonds of despair and sorrow,
false love turned shrapnel, cruel
intent injurious to the soul
rotten to the core with usury
the flesh of stolen gladness taken then
denied …
…..
those unstable lovers,
those usually male forces they
lose bits of their lives every
single day they
reap the sacrifices made for them …
…..
a bleak reminder to all who
seek love …
look first before you
leap for love …..
grab and…
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Wander Woman 