Heartbreak

The burn in heart does not know a way to extinguish.

The pain simply stays, as a growing wildfire

Conspiring to conquer the once green,

Flourishing forest, turning to ashes

Anything beautiful, anything equating life

Which seems to be in it's way.

It's as though, there's no way out of this turmoil,

A steady dull ache eating away any hint of hope

Left behind in the heart. Perhaps,

It was meant to be this way. The heartbreak first,

An axe to the blooming love within and then,

A massive downpour of grief, uncontrollable,

As though caught up in a never ending storm.

Time had been supposed to heal

At least a bit of what's been broken within,

It ended up numbing any other emotions

Other than gloom. Like a spider weaving its web

Just expanding steadily, the gloom swells within.

The once hopeful and loving heart now

Becomes nebulous with the dark haze of grief.

Any distant sunshine of hope just seems

Farther away from its grasp, as though

It has been left to attend to it's own devastation,

Steady, but sure. Perhaps, that's how heartbreak is,

A never-healing gash or maybe,

Shattering into a million pieces.

Whatever it is, it ends up drowning any hint of love within,

The soul stays, just to wither away alongside the heart.