Leaving Me Heartless

A Poem by Broken.

I've reached the edge,

the edge of my windowsill

and at this point I finally realize what I did and what it meant.

I didn't mean to cause you so much pain and remorse.

This I can take out on myself without a doubt that it was something I couldn't control.

You have to believe me.

When I lead myself on a river, this way and that, I don't believe I ever stopped to think of what Iwas saying, the emotions that I was feeling - I didn't know.

Now on this raging river I face, I've reached and island unknown to the human and maybe humane way of life.

This island is streaked with the blood of my sin and the sky grey with guilt.

That's what it was, that was that one shadow I didn't take the time to see, passing through on my canoe.

When I hit landfall my canoe was broken and I can still feel the splinters in my back although there is no one here who will extract them.

I guess I'll deal with the pain, absorb it like I do the bullets you shoot at me.
On this island, everything was gold.

So many birds, thousands of birds, adorned my hair.

Now all that is here is me with my heart in a puddle of blood.

No one sees me as my skeletal figure kneals before this broken heart of mine.

© 2009 Broken.

Author's Note

"Love me, stop hurting me.
Legend has it...
The Woman came from a Man's rib.
Not from his feet to be walked on,
Not from his head to be superior,
but from the side to be equal,
under the arm to be protected
and next to the heart to be loved."