Ruffled and unsettled,
pressed by the 
loneliness deep
within my being,
joy flew away
like a bird
and perched on
the window pane
of another.
Pain seeps
from the heart
into the bones
and tissues like
hot oil burning
even the marrows.
Only the birds messed
empty cage remains,
to tell the 
intricate and intriguing
stories of once 
inhabited beautiful island,
called "my heart".
How would i
tell another the
beauty and glory
of the joy
long gone,
left on a
beautiful but now
abandoned heart.
Dropped like an
old used earthenware.
But certainly it is 
still needful and
useful like an 
uncultivated farmland.
And the truth
is that this 
very thing
is really worrisome.
How would anyone
new begin to
understand the depth 
of love once shared
by this very heart.
But is it
really real love or
just another mistake,
because i couldn't
win her heart.
Can true love
really be lost.
It is a terrible
accident for it
almost consume me.
Where is this
love hiding,
whisper now to 
my ears where
your true self abides,
so my whole being 
can truly move on 
and my heart may rest.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme