That which was my Heart
in brighter days filled with joy
and careless reverie;
I possessed a pump divine
full of love and giving;
as years went on the search to share
the joy and love combined
encountered false and bitter hearts
no love yet, to call mine
each encounter left a mark,
a scar and bitter taste
opening to risk again.
only to retreat in painful haste.
to find that mutual feeling
yet again,.. does not exist.
the confidence and belief;
took the full brunt of the hit.
the years spent un'nourished;
uncherished, and alone;
the desire to be held and loved;
a dream , now long gone;
The dry and biting winds of time
and the endless lonely tears;
they result; severe erosion;
and a demise very near.
so now the days are marking
the crumbling and decay,
and soon the winds of time
will scatter to oblivion
the dust that was my heart.
~Q
Ilona Toth Nov 2012
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