It reaches from beneath the earth to grab your naked soul,
it squeezes tight to let you know it's completely in control.
And now it's in your heart and head to move the puppet strings,
and you're not sure how much more pain it's going to bring.
It follows you, and haunts you, like a shadow, always there,
to make sure you're exposed, naked, raw, and scared.
And just when you think you've had enough, it draws you right back in,
to a world that is it's playground, a place you've never been.
You plead for it to leave you, and beg for it to stay,
but it doesn't matter what you want, 'cause you'll never get your way.
When it comes to love we're victims of our sad and lonely hearts,
that's why we let it rip us 'til we're completely torn apart.
Author notes
When I started this poem it was not about anything in particular, but after about three lines I realized it was about love. In a weird way this is how I see love being. It causes more pain than most other things in life, and yet we can't seem to get enough of it.
Please tell me what you think
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beautiful
yes no matter how much it knocks us down.we step right up for another round. wonderful poem enjoyed reading it -
You know what I like about this, and what for me elevates it in meaning? You've taken a subject that most consider a positive and have seen the negative side of it. I'm not saying that is wrong or right, it's not an issue, but I found it quite unique that you expressed the timidity, the fear that love, for all it's beauty will in the end, come back to hurt those within it's grasp. You viewed all these things that others see as a delight and seen beneath it to the hurt that it can cause. In this poem, love does not cradle one in it's arms, it chokes and strangles. That is quite an intriguing view and expresses more about you than the nature of love I think.
I'm glad I stopped by.
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Wonderful poem..dark..great imagery..I can feel your emotions, from start to finish..Your thought expression is superb.You should write more often.I also do a lot on depression..It is fun
John
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Very well stated. Excellent poem. I think though that as long as you fear not having your love returned, this is what tears us apart. When we give freely without expectation of it being returned, we can love, love for itself alone and be happy and complete.
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