Half Of Grief Or Further

How paralyzed is you love
At the sill of my door
I am the smallness of the wait
And the less of the more

did you mean:
"How paralyzed is YOUR love"?

How old is my hair
How pale is my eye
I am the lack of the care
And the getter of the bye

in the 3rd line here, it might sound better if you said "I am the lack of care". i'm having trouble understand this stanza i think. 0_o; im not how to interpret "The getter of the bye". but i see that it matches the previous line on purpose so it cant be a grammatical error.

Is it a god rude
Or a fate lewd
Cursing my destiny
Of poverty glued

i really liked this stanza. trying to look at this more artistically, the stanza as a whole says more than each individual line.

What is it to die
What is it to live
My life is losable
Fading in the whiff

this another good stanza.

And if past the times
The fields and limes
My grief remains
At the thorns of rhymes

this overall... was a bit hard to understand the earlier lines at the beginning. but as i read it got easier. and i can relate to it in my own way. but in the end, through all the emptiness and sorrow, you found the same thing i did. and many of us have also found... through our poetry, our grief will remain and continue to medicate our thoughts and give us some small sense of satisfaction that we so often times deny ourselves through various means.

well done, and thanks for sharing

~Kuro