The Chronicle Of A Broken Heart Poem by Louemile Escober

The Chronicle Of A Broken Heart

Rating: 3.0


Birth, the first step to salvation
One look is all it takes to know
To start the beginning of my ending
Every morning, everyday, every week
My soul cries upon your choking name

Life, the root of our reaction
The joy that we conceive
the time when I can breathe
Morning shines, there I was glowing
Grieving with glorious existence
With mind without a broken heart
It is never been unsure

Death, the fall of my broken heart
Heaven burn, ever beating dead soul
Hell shall be unleash on my ragged veins
From the beginning to the ending
Anger, pain, i'm now consumed
Kill my beating heart you don't see
Will the gods hear my plea?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kesav Easwaran 24 August 2008

they will hear, but only at the end...as you said well, from birth onwards we start our journey to the end...experiencing all those glory pains unsure feelings raggedness and what not, as we move...I prefer to call you rather a genius than a talented young man...for, for your age your this write is stupendous, Loue...best wishes 10/10

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