Wednesday, October 25, 2006
A shattered heart
You have shattered my heart of glass
Which I have entrusted into your loving care
Your hand has slipped and it fell
And into a million pieces it has become
I sought you in many places
Waiting until sun is old and moon is dead
You then appeared before me
As one that I have longed to behold for eternity
For all my patience you cast me down
For my perseverance you shunned me
Throughout the day your eye turned to all
But where I stood, there is a blind spot
So many times I had you alone
And we spoke until the sun faded the moon
I basked in the joy of your presence
Fearing the moment that you would go
You arose and departed without a backward glance
And my gaze pierced into your back
Hoping against hope to see you turn
To see that smile and hear that laughter
Am I but a pawn in your circle?
That which you may use to your convenience?
Do I bear no significance in your heart?
Like the dust that is tossed by the wind?
I wrote to you letters of a thousand words
And laid bare the agony of my being
To see you and not being able to gain
The joy of your wondrous presence
You said to give me comfort
You said to lift my shame
You promised to be there forever
You promised to hear my pain
But where my gaze glanced
It fell only upon your shadow
And it passes away swiftly
As if descending into the pits
I sought you but found you with others
And your laughter carried with them
But your smiles died with me
And I could not partake of your joy
I need you with me, forever and ever
Just to be around when I'm down
That by your love you may hold me
That in your company I am joyous
I wish to hear your laughter forever
And see that sweet smile on your face
To see joy flowing through you
And to make you happy always
Do you know the pain of desire?
When it can never be fulfilled?
To where do I find relief?
Only you I'm eager to seek
My sighs create a gale
I drown in an ocean of thoughts
I pain in my depression
Knowing that you care not
I so deeply ever want
Only you to know my pain
All that I'm going through
All because you were there
Will you pick up the fragments?
And restore it back to a whole?
With the love that you carry in your bosom
To mend the deepest wounds of my heart
A poem by Clarence Chue, when he was under the flame of depression. The poem is a representation and does in NO WAY, accurately refer to anyone in my life.
Posted by The Inflamed at 10:32 PM
