Night gathers the shards of my splintering heart,
mending fractures.
Ever mindful,
knowing,
that tomorrow may shred it all apart …
Night gathers the shards of my splintering heart,
mending fractures.
Ever mindful,
knowing,
that tomorrow may shred it all apart …
beyond words,
mere paltry scribbled verse,
rolls across empty streets,
while today crawls to a fade,
as night descends,
offering comfort,
the solace of anonymous shade …
A Mangled Heart…
Why do my tears not simply fall,
my heart mangled, cast along these empty streets
a wreck left to rust, bleakly lost in the blurry haze,
my dreams blowing in the dust of the passing days.
Why do my tears not simply fall,
weeping within, fractured inside,
memories of you wounding me still,
a void so vast no one else can ever fill,
cradling memories, glowing with your light,
as another day departs, beckoning one more,
barren, cold, hollowed-out wednesday night
Savage lies, mercilessly spoken,
battering emotions, a heart exposed, nakedly open,
companionship was all that was sought,
not blue-chip bonds, hastily sold and bought.
The bonds I sought were simple,
peaceful nights, scribbling verse in unseen black,
delicately caressing words of love, my fingers tracing poems, over the contours of your soft back.
It saddens me to say, my thoughts were dreamed in vain,
and it grieves me see, the ashes of our love,
floating down the streets we walked,
scattered in the rivulets of this night’s pouring rain.
Alone I scribble this paltry verse,
the darkest of nights, in the midst of howling storms,
and though I may heal some day,
the memory of the ashes of our love,
floating down the streets we once walked,
shall remain buried deep,
until my dying day
…
The moon blinks,
behind a tapestry of clouds,
while sounds of the night,
engulf the city,
soaking up,
the remnants of today.
…
I sit alone,
the heavens embracing me,
and a long-lost sense of belonging,
returns,
to hush all gloom.
…
I am one,
alone,
at ease now,
lost in the midst,
of countless shimmering suns.
…
I am one,
alone,
though not lonely,
and as the blanket of darkness,
caresses my soul,
I am assured,
soothingly,
that I am me,
and,
that I am whole
…