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I slump
where I once stood
my heart has been sent
to a butcher shop
I don't know what to do
as the ancient civilizations feared
my world is flat
where do broken hearts go
back to God I like to think
he takes them back
cradles them
soothes them
and tenderly with his
perfect loving grace
he heals them
so they can love again
my tears they create a nuisance river
when I love
I am easiest to fool
I will never learn
my great love
now but a shard of glass
that drip bleeds a plenty
I ache to know his reason's why
why I was so easily discarded
with no see ya ,get lost or even
a mysterious surprise goodbye
he was just gone
leaving me with all this love
damned up in me like a poisonous brier
hurting to be released
I slouch in vague despair
snatched from a beautiful dream
and viciously shoved into
a living nightmare
aching as I am to understand
it suddenly dawns on me
I don't even have it in me to
wish him ill
cause by my attempt to stab him
through his heart
such plunge would
only manage to pierce my own heart
further still
and from that I'd only bleed more love
for him profusely
draining me further of any will
to carry on a semblance of life
that is truly meaningful and real....
(Feb. 16, 2010 524am)