S. Lee Bentley Poet Personification

June 26

Violently thrashing and jerking and pulling
It implores me to act
Desperate to stay alive in it's final hour
Reminding me of our pact

It pleads, it begs, It cries to me
All the while concealing it's fangs
It tears me apart inside
It hammers, it pounds, and it bangs 

A love earst alive and warm and real 
Now cold and cooling yet 
Longing to be revived, it's fighting
Refusing to lose the bet 

Once nurtured now neglected, alone and afraid 
I must let it die 
And to ensure it won't return a spectre tomorrow
I'll stare it in the eye

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Beata Agustin February 25, 2025 at 5:56 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.