Crucifixion

she drained every ounce
of being from his heart,
and left his body lifeless
in an alley...

took every ounce of feeling
from his senses...
every streak of light
from his darkened path...

took his every original thought,
and the identity of his desire,
and wadded them up like paper
for the fire...

now every reason she had to live,
every thing she ever knew about love...
all lie betrayed by her tears
in a shallow grave that she dug!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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