Question

I need a title and ways I can fix this poem.

Around, all around, the dark Angels gather.
My Fear grows as the Pain of your words fall against my Heart.
It Wounds me, and darkly my Life drips onto the cold ghostly marble grave.
In a haze of shock, I call Her name.
While my Nightmare takes over my body.
now alone with you gone, my soul falls upon uncaring hands
My love has been lost

Answer 1

The poem is very well written and it has lots of constructed words , which is something that I love . The ending it's firm and simple which I also love . I'm not good with titles , but well I'll try ... what about "My greatest fear" or something like "My darkest nightmare" .