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This is the way

This is the way love dies -

shredded to bits
in painful arguments

torn to pieces
in pointless discussions

warped beyond recognition
in accusations and blame

faded and colourless
with each memory twisted

dreams turned into nightmares,
hopes dashed to oblivion

tenderness morphed into aggression
sweetness transformed into a bitter stew.

This is the way love dies -

torn from my trembling hands
stomped on and squashed
trampled and ripped
consigned to the never-was and never-will-be-again.

This is the way love dies -

not all in one go, but little by little
not with a bang, but a whimper at a time…

© Sybille Sterk
Do not copy or publish this poem in any way shape or form without my written permission.

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Poem inspired by the last stanza of T.S. Eliot’s poem ‘Hollow Men’:
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.


I am a very creative person and it’s my way of dealing with the world, inside and out. I am only happy when I am making things or painting or writing. There are just not enough hours in the day…. I am into poetry and photo manipulation at the moment and also dabbling in photography. :-)

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  • Trevor222
    Trevor222almost 5 years ago

    Beautifully written.
    This is tragic, it should never die this way.
    Never say never if it’s love

  • It just happens that way.

    Thanks for the comment. :-)

    – Sybille Sterk

  • Barry Burke
    Barry Burkealmost 5 years ago

    Great read, very well written and well conceived, B

  • Thank you so much Barry. :-) Much appreciated.

    – Sybille Sterk

  • TheWanderingBoo
    TheWanderingBooalmost 5 years ago

    beautiful writing

  • :-) Thank you so much for the lovely comment. All the support means sooo much! :-)

    – Sybille Sterk

  • Cosimo Piro
    Cosimo Piroalmost 5 years ago

    heart wrenching and deep pain felt here. When love is snatched from us or denied it cuts a most violent gash in our soul’s heart that it unleashes all the horrors of that act… becomes a slow torture that seems endless. A powerful and intense write that captures the anguished pain and violation of one’s love.

  • Thank you for your lovely comment. Means so much. :-)

    – Sybille Sterk

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestalmost 5 years ago

    This is the way the heart weeps
    when the love is dried and forgotten….. Sybille this is sad, poignant and also letting light in as well I believe. A dose of reality can hurt but it is a truth that cannot be covered in lies…xxx

  • Thanks KarenSue! :-) Don’t get me started on truth and reality!!! LOL One of my favourite topics EVER. Funnily enough I haven’t written a poem about that… Hmmm…. Watch this space. :-) x

    – Sybille Sterk

  • Iva Penner
    Iva Penneralmost 5 years ago

    wow, yes indeed-
    in a whimper it is the way love dies
    and you look down there and an empty spot is.

  • Yep, just like that. :-( Thank you for the comment. :-) Much appreciated.

    – Sybille Sterk

  • boswell20
    boswell20almost 5 years ago


  • Thank you for the lovely comment. :-)

    – Sybille Sterk

  • mohawk man
    mohawk manalmost 5 years ago

    i have felt my love for another die this death; and i wouldn’t wish it on anyone.great piece!

  • Thank you for the lovely comment. :-)

    – Sybille Sterk

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