YL ( / Dipolog City)

Uh-Huh! ! !

Its past twelve
yet the presence
of you cannot be waned
in my exhausted mind
you still lingers
in my every nerve
your impulse is circulating
no matter how i tried
is this love? ? ?
or just something
else
a disgusting
emotion in contempt
the disparity
is always patent
between
love and affection
the former
still prevails
how long will you punish me?
because a mere presence
of your outline
send shivers down my spine
this recital of facts
are just a scapegoat
of not noticing
the depth of emotional feeling
consider it
as a spur of the moment
smirking at me
the submission
of my own will
just to be your slave
without probable cause
because all
i comprehend
with moral certainty
im a prisoner of your love
oh! God!
help me!

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Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee

Comments (1)

Great poem. Remarkable imagery with plenty of wisdom. Wonderfully written. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.