It's been torn out my veins still pumping,
He's holding it in his hands still thumping.
His name has been engraved so deep,
I just sit there close my eyes and weep.
Look at it you can see every happy time,
Every memory now feels like a crime.
Every dropp of blood pain strikes inside,
You can see every time I've cried.
I trusted him with it in his hands,
Not the way it now stands,
He wasn't supposed to hurt me,
He ripped it out for everyone to see.
Every moment of us left crying,
It sits there in his hands dying.
He had it from the start,
In his hands my broken heart.
March 2008 (Dedicated to Vernon Burchett)
heart when broken by blow of hand tears as flow across the sorrow blood when oozes into the rhymes green secret of all sacreds when pierced by the arrows.........really hurtful love being apart, well penned, i admire,10/10, thanks for sharing
how lonely we feel when our love is lost great write thanks for sharing peace jibin
A heartfelt poem (excuse the pun) full of emotion and pain, very well written, Lynda xx
Very strong emotions, vividly expressed. Thank you for sharing. Warm regards, Sandra
Rather startling images but the pain does get through to the reader.
good one....but pain is the reality of life...have you seen Cinema paradiso?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deep emotions of life and love..........I liked it