The Falsehood Of The Broken-Hearted Poem by Iris Mista

I wish I could frankly
find the deeper words
true, sincere and upright
to tell where it hurts
but any essence seems lost

Gone with the wind
all reality, even my heart
as I try to gather
it keeps falling apart
all the splattered pieces

That deep realization
I will never be part
of this world ever again
the end of every new start
as I am dissociable from all

It pushes me far afield
with a violent blast
remotes me even more
in present, future and past
fighting down all I ever felt

I long so ardently profound
of being one in a whole
in the accepted togetherness
unity in my heart and soul
conjoint in countless entities

Being separated from this world
apparently it is all an inconceivable lie
for it once was me who left
it is just another way to die
the falsehood of the broken-hearted

June 22,2013