(A lone voice whispers)
Some say
In the eerie twilight of a broken heart
That wild metaphysical thing called Emotional Pain
Created by whatever you call your Gods
Judgment
By name
Is but a mesmerizing shapeshifter
Who suddenly appears like
An angel-winged curator
Simply to toy with your human nature
As it constantly fluctuates between states
And realms of
Love and Hate
Until you acquiesce
Bow down and worship
Whichever one you prefer
At the touch and kiss
Of her brother called Fate
For so long ago
When Pure Love was young and innocent
With the power to stir
Emotions
Emotional Pain was breathed into life
For once Love ends
You may not remember in time
Who you used to date
Or where you were
But you'll surely swim in a new ocean
As you are forced
To remember her
( C)
Copyright John Duffy
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