The Broken Hearted

What will become of the broken hearted

will our tears ever dry

does anyone even hear us cry

 

We sit alone

drowning in a loneliness that never ends

tired of fighting

of having to pretend

 

What will become of the broken hearted

will we just fade away

disappear into the shadows

as the light disappears from the day

 

We walk through this world invisible

lost souls adrift on an endless sea

unseen

unheard

unnoticed

ethereal beings

floating between reality and a dream

 

Reviews

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

I feel you. or this.

I keep having these first dates that don't go anywhere, and they like me as a human being and inform me that there won't be a second date is the most polite of ways. It's quite entertaining somehow, though after the date I often find myself in a funk as if I'm having the same day over again and again.

So my muse asks me "do you love yourself" and I stopped and paused and no immediate reply came out of me.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Yes I get that, the same thing happens to me, though, I admit its me who is not interested in the second date because I can't find what I'm looking for so being alone seems like the better option. :) Learning to love oneself is one of the hardest, yet most important, things to learn.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Yes well I feel more cruelty in women than sweetness, though I can befriend nearly any woman.

[Jessie]

My first thought was 'she used the word ethereal' thats on my top 20 list of favourite words haha ^_^
This was beautiful!!!

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you so much :)

[Tate Morgan]

Well I can say you are not alone and you have been found. I hope you and i become good friends and the result is that one day you find yourself healthy happy and maybe married to a good man that treats you as you deservew

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you :)

[Clockwork]

You ask a very good question in this poem. I think even though they have broken hearts, they feel the most of all. Yes, you are so right when you say it often feels like the broken hearted are unseen and unheard. I think part of the answer in this piece comes in the reviewing process. Each of us is receiving this message and reflecting on our times in this category, and others who may have been forgotten. I think in that way, we can say that a lot of love is being shared through our intentions. And maybe, just maybe, we can heal a few hearts a long the way, as you have with this poem.

You tell us that we are never alone;that is beautiful.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you so much

[Clockwork]

You're welcome

[Inda]

Really loved the repetition at the end, feel like there's more to this, but either way it stays with you in the end.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you :) Yes I wondered that too but then it just wouldn't go any further so I left it.

[Love Well Spent]

Beautiful poem. The last stanza was my favorite. "Unseen, unheard, unnoticed, ethereal beings floating between reality and a dream." Fantastic. Keep up the great work. :)

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you so much. :)

[Frieda P]

Couldn't get that song out of my head whilst I was reading this...'what becomes of the broken hearted'♫ The broken hearted come to the WC and write poetry. Nice one.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you :)

[Jack...]

If we look closely, with open eyes and mind, we often see that in that place between reality and dream, we find ourselves more beautiful than before.

Beautifully written.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you.

[Salar Majak]

un seen
unheard
unnoticed

this made me shiver, i hate the feeling, to be broken heartd is smething we have to live with because time can heal all wounds, trust me on that one, it can. great write!

[Carolann Dowsett]

Yes it can and there is always hope even though some days it feels like its gone. Thank you so much.

[Salar Majak]

you are so welcome

[Dr. Wood ?]

time may be a great healer..but something is always lost forever

[Carolann Dowsett]

Yes that is true.

[Baby Ricochet]

It's a thought

[Carolann Dowsett]

It is that :)