Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

What makes this world go around? What makes Death walk the Earth and God sit on his throne and watch over us? What makes love go around with such favour and strut along side lonesome avenues? What does a widow, a motherless child, a Vietnam veteran and a boy who has had his fare share of heartbreaks, all have in common with each other? They were all promised a beautiful life, free for all to love, free from the pain of betrayal and anger. We are what make the world go around, I am the poet who sits and looks at love walk down the street, and watch the blind eyes stare deep in my soul. I am the poet, that feels the pain of a heart torn in two. He his the poet who writes of smiles, to forget the frowns and tears. She is the poetress that writes of her success, in order to forget her past that tortured her soul, now he and she walk together writing poetry sharing their love and smiles with the world. But with smiles, also comes frowns, with hearts full of love, comes hearts full of sorrow, and someone has to stay behind and write of the bad has to write and compose the songs of the sorrowed hearts. We are all given love, but it takes some whole lives to understand the dark mystery that tags along with beautiful love. Someone has to suffer the pain, someone has to sacrifice his or her happiness, so another poet can feel the beauty in happiness and pain. I am willing to sacrifice my time and heart, for my fellow poet to feel the smiles grow on their faces and feel love uplift their heart, while the black cancer tears apart mine. I will go on, with what is left of my heart and smile, and go into my room of creativity and compose the songs of sorrowed hearts for future poets, like that came before me.