Tortured Hearts Poem by david lessard

Tortured hearts - with Love so fleeting,
Wonder why my heart keeps beating;
I never wondered that before,
I never wondered,
till you walked out the door.

I see refelections of my undoing,
I see the lives of loved ones ruined;
Things I can't take back are staying,
Things I can't take back, words betraying.

Shadows of a life, now ending,
Thoughts upon a life, now mending;
Ashes of a love... still lingers,
I count the memories on my fingers.

Way past ten, I'm out of digits,
But my mind and soul still fidgit;
And like a heart that's broken,
I have no remembered token,

Of the days that are long gone by;
And in this nightmare I still cry.
If I could, I'd change the reasons,
Of all those years and seasons,

And I'd right my many wrongs,
And I'd sing so many different songs.
Songs of Love and not of hating,
Songs of Joy and songs of mating.

But, it's way too late to change the story,
So for the totured hearts, there is no glory;
Just a mind that's numb and far from bliss,
Just a heart that's died and gone amiss.

Tortured hearts, beware of sadness,
Exercise your mind with gladness;
Don't let your soul sing songs of woe,
Do not into that darkness gently go.