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Wasted Love
by Traci MabatsI thought of love as
someone to grow old with
I thought I had it with you
Our love would grow deeper every year
like an emerald pool
glistening
secreted away in some remote
mountain range
our sanctuary from this world
But when I try to pour my love
into this pool
I hit a barrier and it falls to the ground
useless, inert
...wasted
And I am left standing alone
in a dark forest
with my empty, rejected heart
lost in the trees,
a maze of my own making
I guess I better learn
to like the cold 10/22/2017 Posted on 10/22/2017
Copyright © 2025 Traci Mabats
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/23/17 at 02:41 AM Quite powerful...I like this very much. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/28/17 at 09:01 PM I don't think any love is really 'wasted' unless we learn nothing from it. We may learn something of real value about ourselves or about 'love' itself and either should be of value. 'g' |
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