Broken
Heart seeks passion …
The doors ever open,
The plan was for a while…
But empty rooms on notice
the mirrors out of smiles
Like the heart seeks passion
then cleaves onto fractions
love becomes unfocused,
diminished all the while…
And how strange it has been
That I cannot recall you
Dressed in that stranger’s skin,
to match the vacant hue
so bland like empty gray
the colors fade away
your presence wearing thin
When your face comes to view.
Through the frame looking in
Where the pain fits the pane
And the hand clasped with gin,
Taut with empty names
A bottle telling psalms,
The tears hit my palms,
Then how shall I begin,
You’re emblazoned on my brain.
You were the open sea
And I was like the shore
You kissed and grasped for me
And it killed me yet once more
To know that like the waves
You crashed hard, then you caved
And left me on my knees
My heart worse than before
Half mired in distress
The pain was very real
I loved you I professed
I just loved the sex appeal
Confusion claims my mind
In passion I’ve resigned
No more to be possessed
My eyes no more revealed
I find myself with strangers
Their company is cold
No more my heart to danger
no passions left to hold.
And breathing is a chore
My tears are since ignored
The words become endangered
The romance left untold.
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Oh so sad is a broken heart. Your phrasing is very emotive and well done, Paul. That image is so precious – makes me wish I could hug that little guy.
I know right. He looks so dejected. Thank you so much for your kind words Phyllis.
I once heard that broken hearts never mend….. I have found that is not true my friend, it just takes time..
No i believe that can as well Kurt. Time is usually the key.
A great poem of lost love, or a broken heart. I always enjoy the flow and rhythm of your poetry, Paul.
Thank you so much John. Glad you enjoyed it.
Beautifully emotive and so well penned with some great phrasing and imagery Paul. A sad but poignant reminder of the fragility of the human heart. Great work my friend.
Thank you so much Tony. The heart is so powerful yet so fragile at the same time.
Your new writing style proves you to be a master of poetry. A winsome, sad tale, in which I enjoyed the telling.
Thank you Donald figured I’d try some new forms. Glad you enjoyed
Paul,
Yes, very painful, and you explained it beautifully. No greater pain than this. But, hope does rise out of the thickest of ashes. Lovely!