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The Enemy of Love

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These curtains don’t fit
Daybreak come too early
The drink’s still in my skin
and on that bed of marble white
I lost you from my life

The signals all conspired
the well of guilt refilled
Reality cracked wide open
spilt down the corridors of misadventure
I lost you to the dawn

Tangled in a sheet of white lies
the enemy of love
raises his black hood
smiling at the keenness of his blade
I lost you to that gleaming axe

In a fraction of a life
in those most painful hours
I came to see all that I would lack
and quite how lost I’d be
in the absence of your love…



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Wed 28th Jun 2023 13:39

Hi Clare, first of all, what a huge compliment! I can't possibly imagine how this could be a Top 3 poem, but I'll gladly take it. Thank you. I know what I had in mind when I wrote it but I tried to pull back and make it a bit more open to interpretation in the hope that the reader could bring something to it. Perhaps, for you, it worked?! 😃

Thank you also Stephen, really appreciate that.

Thanks also to Kevin, Michael and Leon for your likes and taking the time to stop and read.

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 28th Jun 2023 08:17

Very impressive poem, Tom.

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Tue 27th Jun 2023 15:33

Stunning piece of writing, Tom. Think it might fall into my top 3 poems on WOL. I love everything about it! Thank you for this. 🔥

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