Tales Of A Broken Heart Poem by Faiza Ahmed

In the darkest corner of my heart
Many a thought break the silence.
While I sit and wonder
And rivers of hot tears flow down my cheeks.
Who do I tell these tales.... of darkness....and loneliness.... and yearning.
I must accept it maybe time to move on.
And I am not weak, trust me, I'm not.
But it's those beautiful nostalgic moments.... it is in those moments that I become weak.
When the first rains fall...
The smell of freshly 'rained on' earth.
The rhythm of the rain on the roof as I sleep.

a promise....a vow.... an oath.

But move on I must.
Least I be stuck in a present.... devoid of essence.
Goodbye, then, broken promise!