That thing called…

Love_Loss

It’s almost ironic isn’t it
that we are still unable to understand love
It still lurks as that enigmatic anomaly
that baffles our minds everyday
Wouldn’t it be great if we could just
explain it, break it like a chemical process
For wandering souls with no clue whatsoever
searching, wishing, but no one there to guide
it’s the beacon that shows the path back home
the eternal light that illuminates our loss
But like a vampire devouring all its victims blood
its absences robs us all pleasure of our capacity for joy
And in its vampirish quest to make itself at home
it makes our nights darker and days gloomier
But when we finally find love we cling on to it
no matter how good, bad, sad or terrible
For it becomes the basic source of our strength
the stronghold of our mere existence
Like black holes with relentless appetites
it feeds on us and we feed on it
Love is our grace
Love is our downfall

 

 

Inspired by quotes of Abraham Setrakian in The Strain

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11 comments

    1. well it was never my intention to make someone feel the feeling of hate towards love…. but again we cannot get into other persons shoes and exactly know what they go through or feel so you must have your reasons and i can say i can understand them a little 😦

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  1. “t’s the beacon that shows the path back home
    the eternal light that illuminates our loss
    But like a vampire devouring all its victims blood
    its absences robs us all pleasure of our capacity for joy”
    WOW! Great work.

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