Heart-Broke

HEART-BROKE Somebody help me. I’ve already felled me, So no one can tell me Words which will help me. Yet still I grasp at the hope Like a token broken spoke, Wish my heart wasn’t broke, Crushed by a nobody bloke. I can’t find no peace, Can’t find no relief, Since he won’t release Any peace to me; Just this abject misery That envelops me. If my heart would heal, I just might feel My former zeal To laugh and squeal, But I can’t deal, Can’t squeak my spiel. I’m so alone And on my own, Cut to the bone, And Too well-honed To use the phone, Call those I know. And SO… I’ve written tomes To explain the pain I can’t escape. I can’t get away From the indelible stain Of too great a spate Of much too humiliate, Birthed into self-hate.