Dennis Lange


The Broken-Hearted - Poem by Dennis Lange

A small cross by the busy road, above a tiny mound -
It seems an extra daisy to the travelers homeward bound
Who speed their ways to destinies without a second thought
Of just another cup of sorrow that the journey brought -
Just a mother's broken heart....

It lies beneath the ocean like a corpse beneath the sheets -
A sunken, sullen hull that not a sailor ever greets.
Its captain was not called by either king or queen to court;
Just another ship that sailed that did not reach its port -
Just a dreamer's broken heart....

We miss the mark of moodiness within his distant look,
And in the sigh that wishes for the time two lovers took
To hold each other tenderly within a blissful swoon.
But now he's just a darkened sky that never holds a moon -
Just another broken heart....

The love that has been offered like a hand stretched out to shake
On a hill that's not remembered in daily trips we take,
Was fastened by the nails of Rome amid the quaking gloom.
He's just another casualty for which we've scarcely room -
Just the Father's broken heart.

If at the end of life, or even at the close of day,
I find, reflecting, that my time was simply passed in play,
Or small pursuits, or habits harmful in their thoughtlessness,
Then I become, in selling my life's universe for less -
Just another broken heart.

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  • (11/15/2015 2:11:00 PM)


    these are songs maybe taylor can sing it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 11, 2013


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