Torn

Just writing my thoughts

Two hearts torn apart by
the wedge of reason.
Cursed by the pride of
our changing minds.
No longer blinded by infatuation.
Desperation would rather be blind.
(That doesn't make it right)
But you believe the older folk
and who am I to pilfer?
Sure, your soul still rages -
Afflicted by your -isms.
While my ego says that I can save you,
Survival tells me to mind my own.
Depression tells me your better off
And holds me accountable
for your being alone.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Thought-provoking deep poem this J.A. That makes me think introspectively, as you are in two hearts, one which wants to be outgoing and taking life carefree and easy. And loving life. But the other filled with sadness and depression. Finding it hard to let go and move on. And be basically happy. I am most properly barking up the wrong tree. But this sprung to my mind.

[J. A. Perkins]

That's quite an interesting interpretation, Dawn. I wish I'd though of that, lol. I guess that fits as well.

[Onlyme]

Glad you liked it.

[Onlyme]

I sure did, keep up the great work. Be back again. :)