A poem about heartbreak written a while ago, was on a very slippery slope of emotion, and often found it hard to find a good way to express myself. luckily the authors pen and paper meticulously called out my name and I began writing once again.
They told me love rejoices and lasts forever basking in the light,
But a vast I ask of you how can this be truly so if all love withers and ceases.
there was love but now it burns in fires of the condemned through the night.
To only resume it’s course as ashes in the wind strewn into grains and piece’s.
Never to come to fruition again or stand trial through the tests of time,
It is the new void that will fill the chasm of my heart through this journey.
Some tell me it will all mull over yet I feel cold as I listen to the wind chimes,
there gentle melody accelerating the loneliness, my heart begins to feel herniated .
The lack there of what they say makes life worth struggling through in turmoil,
There words seem utterly hollow and thus I shun them away constructing walls,
still incinerating bridges so that the fires of love may never come bearing from the soil,
forever stuck in a paradox of lost passion while turning it away if it pass me through a hall.
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