Love Dies With You

From the clouds
come distant laments.

Foreign tears
with unheard regrets.

Sorrow dawns
over the lonely grass.

Gentle, pale sun
looks down on loss.

Final gasp
from memories past,

Eyes, look –
Your love is last.

This is, quite clearly, a poem about suicide. Whilst I wrote it when thinking about the many LGBT people who kill themselves after feeling rejected by loved ones or family or just society as a whole, it could apply to just about anyone struggling with their mental health. Please, please, please – if you are feeling that way, click any part of this text.

love dies with you


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