Form: Envelope Quintet
Our talking is done, my heart is dead,
the words you said let feelings die,
your love shattered, I say good-bye,
and walk away without a sigh,
my steps forever weighed with lead.
I wanted to hold you close to me,
to guide your path to better days,
instead you struck my soul sideways,
and left my mind a shadowed maze
released to fear and never free.
A vampire feeds on blood but you,
an emotional parasite,
you stole my will to stand and fight,
my soul weakened by demon's bite,
now walks alone without value.
©JGFarmer2013
A Garret Poet 