Sunday 6 October 2013

The cries of a broken heart



Like the salient woes like the breath of death
Like a virgin walking a lonely path
Like a dare-devil pondering his next dare
Like a baby Giselle learning the first walk

Breathing deep into my soul
Reality soon sinks deep into the abyss of my heart
So powerful no one can cherish
So intense the consequence is petrifying
Never did my imagination acquaint of this
Even my worst thoughts never enlightened me
Weren’t dreams meant for this, or was I wrong?

But alas my dreams were off beam
Like an eclipse of the mind my vision rambles
At first it was just but love, the beauty of it all
The butterflies, the walks in the park, the midnight calls
Can I live without it all? Surely this can't be

Is he gone for real, which one is the dream? Am I awake?
A metaphor he has become
A dream he now is, so far and yet so near
The love we had all gone in vain, taken by the tumult
The times we shared the affection the commitment the laughs all lost in the hubbub

Was it her, the one I never liked from day one?
The one who was always there when I wasn’t?
The one who always found time when I couldn’t?
The one who gave you what I thought was taboo?
The one who made you laugh at jokes I thought were eccentric?

Forever will my heart linger in solitude for I am now solitary