Drug is the love

 

Drug is the Love

Love is a walled garden,

Cut off from the horror of the outside world

And bathed in dappled sunshine.

Love is a gateless prison,

A sightlessness,

A disability and a burden

For which there is no cure or relief.

Love is a furtive glance,

A guarded secret,

An anonymous drowning in a motionless void,

Love is a vocation for which there is no instruction

Or teaching or reward.

Love is a wound that you keep open

With clumsy ineptitude

So that it never heals.

 

©Ester Spears