Dead Love

Poem By Clark Ashton Smith

The sun used to beam
through his window of life;
Until someone dared,
to pull down the blinds.
He wants to stand up
and defend what is right.
But the shackles of doubtfulness
impedes his process.

She wears makeup,
to cover the scars,
of her dashing hopes
and her broken heart.
She waits for Romeo
to take her in his arms.
But he won’t meet her
if her door is barred.

Someone once said
it’s better to have loved
then to never have
loved at all.
But those who have loved
have felt the heartache
and those who haven’t
have never won the game.

Sometimes life
deals us a bad hand.
But what we do with it
determines our outcome.

(March 23,2007)

Comments about Dead Love

'Life's Poker Face'... be it cruel or be it nice... you put it nicely. oh to love... I wonder though, how life would be if we did not experience heart-ache, I know it is painful, but in time... we will understand why it is best to have loved and lost then to not have loved at all... -AMM-


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