To the Unloved

What word can break a solemn heart?
That which love leaves to die.
Such sorrows yet so sweet,
That noone can comprehend,
Nor to word write.
Nevertheless, my heart aches where pleasure should stand,
When your fragile face breaks down
In pain.
Love is not fair,
Corrupting the pure into dark descent,
If not returned, then the mind longs,
And the soul empites.
Alone in a vast chamber that never ends...
No white light, no chorus sung.
Yet creativity flourishes,
So I write this now.

The End

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