My lacuna chest is the result of a malloseismic heart
because of the cunning agapet who tore it apart.
The art of algedonics is very well learned,
And the consequences of love have left me badly burned.
What is love, but the definite anacrisis of the soul?
It can leave you empty- never feeling completely whole.
I felt the algolagnia reversed
when love became nothing but everything cursed.
Poikilothermic I’ve transformed
Out of a love that grew deformed.
Unforgiving of him, for the worsement of my heart
And from my love from which he chose to depart.
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
(I love old rare obscure words...and I like to play with them in poetry)
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