"Even Through Death"

And when the broken pieces finally seemed to fit,
where complimentary fragments were consonant;
you took away everything that was left in me... all of it
my faith, my hope... my love. Withdrawn and recant.

For faith and love are two different things
and the latter may or may not have been unreal;
And when raw emotions hang from lacerated strings,
then pain is masked but inevitable... soon to be revealed.

And so it was... as pangs of pain egressed;
and the unrest in my heart was replaced with desolation...
Just as a wanderer would set forth on a quest
only to find that the world had faded... and he was in isolation.

Tears and remorse are scant as the adversity transpires,
where only death can evince the magnitude of this pain;
For who could possibly save a broken soul burning in fire
when the affinity of love is eradicated... and my heart is slain?

And even if you're gone, and shattered hopes are lost...
and even if I might never mend and breathe my last breath;
I will take your love with me no matter what the cost
even through my utter and impending death.


written by Seth Rinoza [11th of March 2011/16:10/Phnom Penh]