But let my heart remain

My eyes ache from seeing
Sound wounds me
All matter is overwhelming
I cannot cope
Please stop everything, for just a moment
Grace me with empty blackness
Silence beyond silence
The peace inside my being
From where I witness my suffering, the beauty of it

Take me to the shore and burn my body
But let my heart remain
Scorch my bones to ash
But let my heart remain
Let the waves wash away my cinders
But let my heart remain
Then burn my heart with the whitest of flames
So it is only the “I” that remains
The fire cannot burn this truth

Reviews

[carl]

Speaks to me of the permanence of the soul ( the I ). Hope I am not imposing my truth upon your work, but it is something, about which, I am very rabid. Love the way your work whittles away at other aspects of personality ( the aspects of personhood ) and arrives at the singular important aspect ( the heart) Really like this a lot. thanks for the post. -carl

[Troy Dean]

You know it my brother, its all about the "I" ;) thanks so much for this reaction Carl, impose away !

[Brianna Brie]

Love never dies. Been there done that. Pain remains, love, too.

[Troy Dean]

As love never dies, what does that tell you about the root of pain that remains?

[shugga]

a loving poem conveying sweet feelings and lots of heartaches. I can put myself in his shoes. losing one's heart to someone that denies it, is hurtful.

[Troy Dean]

Thank you Shugga, perhaps more the pain of love lost than denied although ... love lost through death I guess is also a kinda denial of that love by life or god.

[shugga]

I agree. Most of us have experienced both