Sacrifice

by ladyliterati

My love has nowhere to go

No destination

Held fast within my being

My very core

Trapped…unseen

Blessed was I

With the capacity to love

To give without thought

To surrender self,

Receiving naught

Still, love grew old

Took its last breath, repose

And laden is the heart

With yesteryear thought…

And Cupids cruel, cruel, dart.

O’Prunty

11/24/16
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