I call this mansion, not a home. For without
your love 'tis but a tomb.
I choke with every breath I take, as loneliness
engulfs each room.
~
Here the memory of our love now (rests in peace)
within these walls, now bare.
Reminding me of you an I and our love that we
no longer share.
~
Here within this tomb, where once our love filled
every room. I wander aimlessly down the halls
past, now barren walls. The only sound I hear; is
the echo of my lonely heart, that still wishes you
were near.
~
I call this mansion, not a home. Without your love 'tis
but a tomb to me. Within this mortuary, 'tis where
I shalt dwell, in my living hell. All alone entombed
embracing only gloom, as I bid fair well - to thee...

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~TJW~

Thad Wilk

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-entombed/