For all the heartbroken souls, for all the beings who cherish life and its little things....
For everyone who has fallen in love - truly, and deeply...

A poem for the heartbroken to rejoice in the pain and to know that there are many alike in this little blue planet...
A poem for the ones that find the tiniest things in life to be the greatest happiness ever...

This is my gift to you all - Poemheart

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Powerless




Weakened with failure and despair;
eyes blinded with my own hair,
covered in the muck of rejection;
should’ve seen this in the inception.

Cold to the bone are the thoughts that remain,
bruised and battered never to regain,
in a bottomless chasm ever so deep,
where no one can hear my lonely weep.


As the sands of time cover up the trail,
to this slow death there seems no avail,
and it is the most painful of all,
to die from within but live out tall.

A minute you spent on my behalf,
seems an eternity when with you I laugh;
but I cannot hope when I expect nothing,
and I’ve released myself to give everything.

With the last bit of will here I stand,
like a withered leaf on the desert sand,
being blown away by your sweet breath,
comforts me even at the gates of death.

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