To Be Broken-Hearted

Remembering guilt from pages turned brown To read in darker rooms inside the mind Written throughout time with tears falling down I'll claim dung lit torn pages I can find You bled my love on our road to sadness And found comfort in your conqueror's scheme Love's end always includes heartfelt madness The dance ended with my broken heart's scream Drifting through time like a slow turning wheel Secrets on written pages that float free Memories in my mind, I won't conceal From roads, you often took with selfish glee When wounds that appear allow tears to pour You'll find nothing is as it was before 10/13/17 contest Broken-Hearted Poems sponsor Broken Wings