The Broken Heart - Poem by Gerry Legister
The broken heart fierce and paraplegic
Spends time with conscious metamorphism,
Estranged and indifferent afraid and optimistic
The beautiful and tragic trails into a frozen chasm.
Before the uneaten tiredness lower anxious deeds,
Nights with broken dreams come together to sleep,
In rough cradle, a gloomy moon rocks repress seeds,
Reflections taking the images into a weak deep.
Social defibrillator used so many times to awake
Mind rewinds, trying to recall the previous state,
Enduring the heart-breaking up into separate relief,
It’s not true that you die, but your heart did ache.
Longing to meet refreshing hope again at dawn,
The fighting spirit awoke to hear chirping longing,
And leave the tears rustling in the eye of the storm,
Triumphing over pain turning towards leaving.
Your guardian angels watch you for a moment
Hoping your heart would open so it can receive,
Healing from the pounding nothingness discontent,
But habitat of the air is content to stay and live.
Forgetting the soul save from the clutches of death,
Return to see wild dreams looming on the horizon,
Make break ups stand up in pneumatics or in faith,
Betrayal, confirm the squirming of blighted emotion.
Retreat from mood sinking, thinking styled infinity,
But the past is muddied and the future building
Is a new designs model of the person you want to be
With indifferent modes of consciousness disappearing.
It takes courage, to sprinkle the ghost riding by
Bitching and stitching the ridges with broken nails,
And may hear the shout of vengeance incessant cry
Lost in the clamour where best thinking dies.
Crush the odour and demons of inflammatory affair
Esteem demeanour arises from wounded knees,
Pride and peace cure the spread that scorns the hour,
To serenade sunrise as complaint dies and life thrives.
Its physical panorama going through heartbreak,
With dreams stretching across the chambers of pain,
Taking the giant ice hurt into a galactic lake,
To make your soul refresh again by the healing rain.
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