Heartbreak Poem by Bob House

Heartbreak is the sound of summer’s cotton clouds
Torn apart by altitude’s imperceptible winds
Their wispy fingers desperately grasping at each other
Before being rend apart forever

It is the touch of winter’s icy blast
Cold, yet burning the exposed extremities
Biting hard disguised in its cosseting numbness
Until the sense of life is crystallised out

It is the sight of Mother Nature’s vivid colours
When night’s all enveloping dark arrives
Casting its shadow as it banishes brightness
Turning their vibrancy into tones of grey

It is the smell of those squashed souls
Secreting the essence of a departing life
It curls around the nostrils teasing with its vague scent
Then vanishes in a whiff of forgotten memories

It is the taste of a once lingering sweetness
Destroyed by the sharp tongue’s acid repost
It flows on past buds revealing hints of bitterness
Then once swallowed, is denied a final aftertaste

It is sensed yet senseless in all our senses
But is deeper and darker than things we feel
It is the insidious serpent crushing our very life’s force
Our emotions shattered and left on the floor.