A broken heart
now split in two
no longer whole
these separate pieces
torn apart, by loves youth.
Like jagged edges
weeping, dripping….
mournings due.
Which cascade
past the edge
of memories
licking shaded wounds
of discoloured hues.
Are the tender days
of silken youth
splayed upon an ageless mind
then snatched away
unsown, by the thread of time.
But as cold earth, dusts….
my furrowed brow
it's I, who still weeps
- for you.
now split in two
no longer whole
these separate pieces
torn apart, by loves youth.
Like jagged edges
weeping, dripping….
mournings due.
Which cascade
past the edge
of memories
licking shaded wounds
of discoloured hues.
Are the tender days
of silken youth
splayed upon an ageless mind
then snatched away
unsown, by the thread of time.
But as cold earth, dusts….
my furrowed brow
it's I, who still weeps
- for you.
How vividly have you captured this sadness!! Touching melancholy!!
ReplyDeleteLike jagged edges
ReplyDeleteweeping, dripping….
mournings due.
I am undone! I could feel the sadness seeping into my very soul then out my pores. A mournful cry yet full of love. Love it David.
I like your new handle by the way! :)
vivid capture of broken heart,
ReplyDeletewell done.
Happy Poetry Picnic.
The loss of love and youth, vividly described. Nice :)
ReplyDeleteYouth's broken heart captured with such a vivid pain. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteyes I really think it is you who will weep so well done and filled with love and loss great capture
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