Revelation

by

Daniel Bradbury

I can finally see.
My blinders of hope
& faith in true love are thrown.
I have been released
Love (Or what appeared to be love)

has, at last, flown away.
Strange, how losing something thought so dear,

can fill an emptiness.
The hollow filled by nothing.

Time to move on.
Time to dream of dreams, instead of love.

Time to kiss the morning, instead of dreams.

Time to live to die, not live to love.
Because love for one, is not for the other.
Time to leave this cushy and soft palace of soft words.
Time to delve into unholiness, and vanity;

time to put on the dress of saintliness and chastity.
What times have been groomed to kill the lover?

What ways blind the lover and the loved?

The lover to not see the loved does not love,

And the loved to not see that the lover loves.
What times, and what ways.

What a day to be set free.

What a way to go out.

Not with a tear in sadness of lost love...

But with a smile in the glory of self found.
Her image is forever lost.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Death comes to us all
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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