Best Poems Written by Heinrich Le Roux

Love Cancer

Like a birds wings love is to be free 
spread wide, leaping across oceans 
& desserts alike.
Meant to be beautiful & prosper 
without hiddenness.
However there is evidence of a 
blight that has taken root in certain 
men’s hearts & minds; as the 
creation of the closet rots their 
insides, leaving them wilting like 
candles burned profound.
They say that the love they share 
was never meant to be,
They say we’re separate, but equal, 
yet separate but equal is not equal; 
They turn blindly away from our 
outcries, as if to say goodbye.
I always thought love was like a 
birds wings, its destiny to be free-
spread wide, leaping across oceans 
and desserts alike
they’re sun will never rise to bring 
the dawn, it chooses to lay porched-
drunk
forgetting always,
 of the blood spilled before it.
It forgets always…

Copyright © Heinrich Le Roux | Year Posted 2014