The Passing of love
The Passing of love
It started in the dead of night
As the box dropped, the noose pulled tight
His eyes as cold as stone
His skin as white as bone
As the night grew colder
The light in his heart grew older
As the candles light came to end
The hearse rounds the final bend
The tears in his eyes made him choke
As the casket lowered, his heart broke
Loneliness crept closer in
As he realized that, Love was his only sin
The rope called “Love”, round his neck choke
Is this love, or an evil Joke
The night that love died
They said that love is real…
They lied.
Neill Barnard
Tue 28th Mar 2017 22:52
Dear Ray, thank you for the feedback. My writing is usually very personal to me, however it felt right to share my feelings this time round and I will be sharing a few more of my poems going forward.
It's good to hear what others think of my writing, and you are right this specific poem does have a very personal side to it.
Thank you again
Regards Neill