The Gallows of Love
By TelephoneMan
12-16-08


Dark black honeycomb, as if someone had filtered out all of the color of brown and tan
To the taste is bitter-sweet, not the true taste of honey, but the taste of defeat
The taste of loneliness once again, truly the most experience I have is dealing with this
The promise made, the hope brought in, the dream of love so close
But then as if on the Gallows’ pole, the trap door open, hangman’s rope sharp against my neck

The end of goodness, the end of kind feelings, the end of the entire dream
Now only the nightmare of nights to mourn, to grieve the loss of the sweetness of love
To think of her telephone number, because it was engrained in the memory
But then to fight the urge to call, to plead my case one more time, knowing it will not help
I have been sent to the firing squad, the bullets have just entered my chest, and hot coursing lead hits my heart

Now for days I have stared out the window, I cannot move, nor do I even want to
The winter frost is outside on the window pane, and I feel the same bitter cold in my heart
What once was alive and blossoming every day when we talked, has now frozen like the sidewalk outside
But nothing will undo this frost, because my love is gone, she has passed out of my existence and she is no more
Weeping has no use; I am beyond that set of grief, now is only a dull razor’s edge to my unshaven face

One day, two days, for three I mourn my love, but it does not help my grief
I have not went out of my house, have not turned on the TV, have not ventured into cyberspace even once
She is gone, everything I lived for has perished from my life, yet she lives, it was not until death we do part
There is no more communication, no more messages or e-mails, no more talking or messaging
It’s like I was injected with a cyanide solution and now I will slowly die as my pains still increase

I just wanted somebody to like me for who I am, I just wanted an honest touch from someone who cared
But this is my station that I continually find myself alone, and it seems for a lifetime I have mourned
For five decades I have waited, and I am sure for another five I will still be in wait
Never once in these years has true love come to my door, each time it comes, it is dressed as a deception
I fall, my sword catches me in the chest, and it runs me through, piercing my back as it cuts off my heart

Oh lover, where did you go? Where have you run off to and have left me so alone?
But it does no good to talk to my walls, or the clock, or the dog, or the filing cabinet, or the door.
She is gone, never to return. My heart will bleed for days; my eyes will grow shut from grief.
There is no healing; only pain and grief and sorrow until Jesus comes and takes me home.
The only hope is to grasp onto my faith, and pray this worthless life to end long before my time.

OMG that broke my heart
so sad and sweet and beautiful

Thank you for commenting.

I was trying to capture the real life experience of losing someone you love in a relationship. Not by someone dying, but just by folks parting ways.

I got that..it was well done
in its own way..the end of a relationship is like a death and you captured that..excellent write