Somewhere far along
In the fields of my fantasy
I buried my aching heart.
Liberated myself from
its undue desires
Felt freer by its depart.
Clouds of despair
Rained on me
As I dug deeper
Beside the redbud tree.
It bled and shed
And wrenched in pain
For the twisted love
That I had always known it to be.
My hands trembled when
I lay it to rest softly,
The pain was mellowed
As I felt the earth
yearn for it wistfully.
The murk enwreathed
The field of sorrows
As I stood there alone,
Beside my heart’s grave.
Swallowed my tears
As I delivered its eulogy
Wishing that one day,
you’d write its obituary.
I have no reason
To believe that love
Blooms like a flower or
that it’s always meant to be.
As I would live
The rest of my days
Knowing that
My heart died, before me.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
Somewhere far along
In the fields of my fantasy
I buried my aching heart.
Liberated myself from
its undue desires
Felt freer by its depart.
Clouds of despair
Rained on me
As I dug deeper
Beside the redbud tree.
It bled and shed
And wrenched in pain
For the twisted love
That I had always known it to be.
My hands trembled when
I lay it to rest softly,
The pain was mellowed
As I felt the earth
yearn for it wistfully.
The murk enwreathed
The field of sorrows
As I stood there alone,
Beside my heart’s grave.
Swallowed my tears
As I delivered its eulogy
Wishing that one day,
you’d write its obituary.
I have no reason
To believe that love
Blooms like a flower or
that it’s always meant to be.
As I would live
The rest of my days
Knowing that
My heart died, before me.
