Heartache Poem by Justin Reamer

Heartbreak comes again,
Leaving my heart bleak,
There is no hope for me,
Since I am a freak.

What is ever wrong with me?
Why did she insult me?
Why is love so torturous,
If we can't agree?

Love, love,
How torturous it is!
How horrific it shall be!
Why do we have constant grief,
If we cannot be free?

The chains impound us,
In a prison we are,
Heartbreak leads to heartache,
Which sinks us into tar.

why do we have love,
If we never prosper?
Why do we falter always,
When 'tis over time?

I will never understand love,
My heart is always aching,
People come and go,
Going with constant taking.

I get used, I get hurt,
Why do we have harm?
People always believed
In what was a good luck charm.

People are cruel,
Love is bleak,
It shall always falter,
We are always suffering,
When we call upon the altar.

God, can You help us?
We need Your greatest gift.
We need something just,
Something that never shifts.

We need Your help,
You're the only one,
Who can save us all,
We know You need us, as well,
In our greatest gall.

We need Your help,
If anything,
We need Your intercession,
May we gain Your help,
And get us out of this possession.

We are sinners,
And I know that,
For what I have done daily,
I have hurt many souls,
Even though 'tis near insanely.

I need Your help,
For all is hopeless,
No discussion in the matter,
I need Your eyes,
Your ears, Your face,
Whatever is much sadder.

I know that when I find You,
All hope will not be lost.
I believe in You,
And I will never be Faust.

Thank You for Your Greatness,
Thank You for Your Majesty,
If anything,
To say the least.

Heartache is a dreadful thing,
But we shall outgrow it.
We know better than to sit around
And dig up a pit.

And thus we have it,
Whatever 'tis,
That we cannot deny,
Fortune has told us,
And we shall obey,
Whatever is Nature's Cry.