Dark Love
โ ๐ฒ๐ฆุงูุฃูุงูู๐ฒ๐ฆโ
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Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@yp8135?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">Andalucía Andaluía</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/s/photos/poison?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>Perhaps you are the heaven in his bonesor, else, the hymn upon his tired voicethat aches from life, with devastated groansthough he is but a victim of his choice,so lost within the labyrinth, every turnwas ill-informed. He only had himselfand all its bitter whispers left to churnas all his better angels fled their shelf,despairing of his darkness. Darkness held,a shadow that the light could never beat--but Love is his salvation! Love can meldinto a devil, make that monster sweet.<br/><br/>And love becomes destruction. Angels cryrepairing broken bastards. Angels die.<br/><br/>—<br/><br/>This is another poem that started with the first line. I wasn’t joking when I pointed out how often a line of iambic pentameter will just pop into my head—whether inspired by something I’m reading or listening to, or even in those moments right before I’m about to fall asleep.<br/><br/>In fact, I’ve taken to dictating those lines to my phone’s notes app, so I don’t forget them. <br/><br/>But, sometimes, that first line can be a trap. And I’m kind of amazed and horrified by where the line takes me. <br/><br/>And, yet, that’s how the poem unfolds. It is a creature unto itself.<br/><br/>This time, I thought I was writing a happier poem, a poem about love, an uplifting poem. But that’s not what happened.<br/><br/>This is still a truth, though. An uncomfortable, unpleasant truth. One that I’ve witnessed far too many times in other relationships. <br/><br/>The love of others does not redeem us. We have to do that work ourselves. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.subs
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