I have no sword to fall upon

except this poem I write

And on it here

My heart I spear

As love gives up its fight.

My soul will spill

as dreams I kill

bleeding them of  might

and thrust this sword

in love adored

 snuffing out its  light.

My soul will fade upon this blade

accepting love is gone

but faith long-spent

will not repent

this deed that I must don.

My weapon’s thrust

I know I must

succumb to

for OUR end
 while 'time' must  terror

at my hours of error

but more ,I will  not spend.

I write this word that now must be

I drop upon it hard

to scribe it is eternally

doomed to see me scarred.

I write these seven letters now

to see the word

'Goodbye’

and here I jab this word to stab

 upon my heart…and…die.

I have no sword to fall upon

except one word I call:

It is

Goodbye,
goodbye,
goodbye
....

the sword on which... I fall.

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Footnote:

(Fictional work.)