Beak-up III

Strolling down the path of 

sadness

is too familiar for me

I know it blindly

On the right

broken tears

dripping 

next to the blurry eyes of

disbelief

On the left

unspoken words

of heartache and fatigue

crawling onto

withered flowers of

loneliness

And just in front of you is your

collapsed house

of memories

in the body and soul

you are longing for

craving for

But is also the one 

responsible

for the never ending path of hurt

you are walking

alone

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another sad tale of heartache as erstwhile lovers break up. You capture such emotions sharply. Did you not mean "On the right broken tears"?

[Chris]

Some are blindsided by life, others KNOW it's happening AS it happens but just can't DO anything ...BUT the "Why?" is seldom realized, recognized, or even addressed even afterwards.