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Fri 16 Dec, 2005 02:32 pm
A MESS OF HEART-BREAK
by Robert Davidson
Her passing took his last spark of life
Left him bereft with only his grief to bear
The last bit of his heart's dream was taken -
A love portion so precious and rare.
A mess of heart-break
Not told in words but in sobs
I miss her so bad
Intense is my cry as my breaking heart throbs.
I cry out
From the bottomless well of my loneliness
I cry my sorrow aloud
So much ache and sadness, I wear like a ghostly shroud.
A mess of heart-break
Not told in words but in sobs
I miss her so bad
Intrense is my cry as my breaking heart throbs.
He was aware things were closing down for him
As they laid her beneath the broken sod
A man who had wrestled his demon and lost
Was now ready to go home to God.
Copyright 2005
I like this. I am confused tho on your use of "his/he" and "I/my". Is this meant to be in first person or not?
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