Broken and Gone ~ Feb 25 2021

Moving on...Why's it got to be so hard?
A broken heart is like losing both arms.
Broken picture frames on the wall.
Dark bruises on a soul that used to stand tall.
Bidding Godspeed with final goodbyes;
Another piece of shattered heart shrivels and dies.

Severe the bond, cut the ties
For he will never again be close by.
Tears on a page, spreading where they fall:
Looking around, he's not there at all.
Pray now that he comes to no harm
But that he reaps what he's sown, so goes the laws of the farm.

With the rain dawns another gray day.
The sun, from hours past, is lightyears away.
Turn the heart colder than Alaskan winters.
Never again be spurned by another.
Hearken unto the raven's ominous caw
And pay attention to what this dark creature saw.

Remember well Poe's story of the monkey's paw
And never bear the soul's wishes raw.
A broken heart begins to slowly bitter
When there is none there to help it get better.
So may the Heavens hear me when I say
Sooner or later there will be healing on the way.

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