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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Turner Avatar
April 19, 2023 at 3:24 PM
Good rhyme, nice flow, not keen on the self hate, Jennifer. we all change. It's nobody's "fault". It's called evolution.
Thomas Avatar
May 17, 2023 at 1:46 PM
It’s also called hyperbole. I always amp up the emotions in my poems.
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