What words does a poet Lay down on paper when All feelings of desiring love, Have dwindled to nothing?
When all passion within the heart Vanishes replaced by voids, hollowness, And bitterness? When the wounds have healed, But the heart will not soften To allow new love?
When love's soft welcomed touch is No longer; and hatred dominates Peaceful thoughts to the point Of wanting to bear arms to Keep a hardened heart safe from the Knifes edge, called Love?
When anger stirs so violently The mind wants explode from Within the confines of it's Skeletal prison; The heart so cold, dead, That the soul screams to no ears; Soften heart, be of stone no more! Allow love to enter, shield Youself NO MORE!
Violetly falling to Knees screaming, cursing the Foundation the walls were Built for! Hating the lost love For the toll it is now taken!
To have the loneliness overcome By simple love, new and Welcomed; But the heart screams NO! Heart,why are you still punishing me? Why won't the barriers fall?
Tears shed now, not for love Lost, but for not being Able to love! What words to poets lay On paper, when passion dies?
I feel your struggle in this, very powerful and I am finding myself on how to comment. I try to be simple and find that all the love I need is the love I have already, but at times I find an emptiness that spikes and frustrated with it. Just stay away, Its not just broken pieces anymore that I have picked up from the floor, its my passion and my desires. We have all put up this barrier and the problem with some people is they never take it down for some past hurt, but one has to remember we have all hurt. I guess rather than finding love or finding fault, learn to recieve love and maybe those barriers will come down.
RedexNorthumberland, England UKAug 13, 2010
I liked this sad read, that sounds funny sad and liked, but when a heart only holds anger, and hating after love lost, than black hole you enter. Loads in life to see and love, and different kinds of love, peace with your innerself and love of life itself opens a closed heart I think. I loved your words on paper though
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amahlalaAberdeen, South Dakota USAAug 13, 2010
We all build walls to protect ourselves from hurt.....Wonderful read!
terrific cambuff...perhaps, and just maybe perhaps (and I only write this in examination of the pose, there is no right or wrong), passions lack may open yet another door or doors leading to emotion, observation...or lack thereof...
I think of other things in life I love and try and use it for inspiration. Here lately I just have not had the desire to take pen in hand. I believe in life it is meant to be it will be And I try not to sweat the small stuff
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rob
I'm afraid it happens once in a while.