Cataclysm

by saajidahfirdausi

Today I saw,
before my eyes, love so feeble
so weak.
Oh dear God, curse me
if you will,
plague me with the pain of
passion, madness
and desire.
Till my last, I will walk
gladly,
with shards of glass ripping into my soles,
and feel the tear of this
tiny
organ, in every step,
than to not know the ecstatic delirium of
consuming love.

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