Weary Heart Poem by Zena Alzince
Weary Heart
What have you brought me my weary heart
but dreams that kept consuming my age,
going behind like my beloved
has gone, and daybreak,
never brought but my new cage
Drifting in pain and leaving the wrath
take over my mind and over my soul
breathing the fire of crowded days
and others pass
ampler and dull with no rage.
Why make my heart seek forgiveness
And every time I am hurt I die
And blame my foolish destiny
For being less
When life just wrote me its first page
Why trials gone has made me weak
And broke my veins and crashed me thrice
Why their curtains I always seek
When i can play my own stage.
Dreams are not vague any more,
repeated acts for their own joy.
They have no hopes they have no aims
but healing this wound that has sworn
and been numbing from age to age.
An honest, fearless emotion against the strings of the past.....lovely indeed!
hi zeena! salaamm......to you...what a great first piece of work........keep it up sis..
The words with an azure and its clangs... Gifted writings Why their curtains I always seek When i can play my own stage.
This one's very heatfelt...and emotional..it takes guts to pour it all out!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 7:29:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nice poem with tremendous poeticism, you are a poet of heart and this poem is a poem on heart, it comes from the poet's heart and touches the reader's heart, the heart troubles us all, lovely poem, , , , , ,