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The Last Piece

I hear the defened shattering sound of the last piece of my heart All the tiny pieces will never be found gone is my hope of true love His words just seemed so real to me and his touch so warm and protective I was really in love this time don't you see? now the only thing I can feel Is my tears rolling down my cheek I stare deep into the unknown My body is so fragile and weak. each beat of my heart Brings slow agonly unbound thump thump thump thump Comes pain to my heart unbound each breath I breath Feels as though poison enters my soul. the time has come the time has come The time has come for love to take its toll my life I want to end Today I slowly die in my memories memories of good and bad Tonight I reach death for a peaceful moment as my eyes flutter and my thoughts stop Tomorrow my death starts all over again my aching head spinning like a top Many times my heart has broken many times there is still one big enough piece left Each time I give it as my loves token but now the pieces are too small Only slivers in my soul my soul is imprisoned by a wall I don't think I can pull through this time my stomach is in a knot My lungs are compressed this time I have not fought My body quivers and I cannot stand My skin turns pale amongst my tears there is no land It's apathy's fault I do not cry I am hurt so bad I feel no pain He's gone he's gone I stand alone in the rain The rain drops will be my tears The evenings gloom will describe how I feel How can I find the end to this poem when what I feel would take a lifetime to describe Short and long the lines go on only glimpsing at what I feel tonight Of all the times why now when all else has gone wrong. I trusted you, I opened up to you you knew my hearts story My trials and my torubles you say your sorry But did you reallly care? never more will I see your face Feel your touch and hear your words goodbye stranger of my shattered heart Goodbye goodbye forever goodbye.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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