Nothing Ever Lasts

I wrote this one night while dwelling in my sorrows.

Memories burn away, 

Like the ash of a cigarette

Dreams fade away, 

Like the morning fog.

Don’t ever say forever, 

And tell me a lie I’ll believe, 

I fell on the ground for you, 

And all you said was one goodbye.

You left me broken and crying for days, 

Not one single sign of sympathy, 

From something I gave my whole life to, 

I never thought you would do this to me.

I finally put the puzzle together, 

That hell really does exist, 

And what we call it is one word, 

Hell on Earth is love.

Author's Note

Please, comments and critique are welcome.

Reviews

[Linda alexander]

Emotions are portrayed very clearly, really liked it, great flow from beginning to end

[C. Rose]

Favorite bits: tell me a lie I'll believe

On that same not "don't ever say forever and tell me a lie I'll believe" is a bit confusing. I know it sounds nitpicky, but the conjunction "and" would make more sense as a contrary/comparative contraction like "instead", because the speaker doesn't want to hear "forever" which is unbelievable, INSTEAD the speaker wants to hear a lie that's believable.

Funny how my favorite line in your piece is also the one I'm being picky about.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Certain kind of love is hell. Some love is permanent. Grandparent love for kids and grandchildren. Our love for our children and family. Men and women became hard headed. True love hold tighter in the bad days and celebrate the good days. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

I love the first stanza!
Keep on writing!!

[Dayran]

A re-discovery of the meaning of love ... that comes from the experience of life. It has the callous to prove it.

[Avinash]

Giving your heart to the wrong person is definitely one way tickets to the hell. Has happened with me several times but luckily have survives, how much that I do not know. This one is a strong poem. Thanks for inviting.

[KWP]

this automatically gives rise to the thought that life is in perpetual motions ... there are rises and falls and during our lives we must learn to accept and flow ... yes i can see you wrote this whilst dwelling on sorrows especially with the last stanza ;)

does hell exist? perhaps in equal proportions to heaven - but then that's only if we allow it ..

[wordman]

lost love can make you feel this way,a touching write