Vee Bdosa Poet Sonnet

The Feeling Love Does Leave

The Feeling Love Does Leave
The feeling love does leave, when love has gone;
   an empty soul, that wanders here and there;
in search of reason to keep going on,
   but finding not a reason anywhere.

The feeling love does leave, when love has died;
   a vacant heart, that always seems to feel
the emptiness that love has left inside,
   and beating on, as if it isn't real.

The feeling love does leave, when love's no more;
   a troubled mind, that journeys on alone,
an empty life, that doubts what love is for;
   a battered heart that's turned as hard as stone.

      The feeling love does leave, is wonder why;
      The feeling love does leave, is but to die.

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Judy Konos February 5, 2012 at 8:07 AM How delightful to see that you are back! Have been looking for you ...but moved to another city...so packing and unpacking left me unable to keep in touch....glad you are back ...we have missed you and as always...great Sonnet!

Carol Sunshine Brown January 31, 2012 at 7:25 AM It is exciting to see the replenishment of new poetry here everyday when I log on. I enjoy the diverse poetry so I am never bored by most of what I read. I am happy to have read your poetry this morning Veebdosa. I hope that you might be able to find the time to read some of the other poetry here also. Love, Carol

Shirley Long January 30, 2012 at 6:16 PM I feel your grief in you poem. This is a well-written poem of the grief of losing someone who you really care for. good poem,

Sara Kendrick January 30, 2012 at 4:42 PM Enjoyed reading your Sonnet..I hope just a write and not about loss love in your life..Sara

Ian Foley January 30, 2012 at 4:26 PM Heart felt indeed. I am encouraged as I have lost love recently and your sentiments reach down inside and say we are the same. We all share this emotion and grieve but later move on enough to enjoy those that remain. We owe it to them. Well composed I.F.