That Day

A black verse description of heartbreak

That day came like a thunder out of heaven

A falling rain spewed from the mouth of gods

Unending plague of heartbreak and soul-ache

That severed heart, deceptive love masquerade

Like a ripening destruction, inevitable end

That day divided my destiny between darkness

And a doomed depression to walk the world

As a loner, a widower, man without woman

A chasm grows in the sinews of my soul

Separating you from me because of that day

Your decision deepened my sorrows like

Dominating dusk, subduing the coming dawn

With a woman's words a man's hope is broken

By the whim of wonder and the way of waste

The smile of a satisfied man is drowned in the

Deluge of mournful tears from sorrowful cries

Forged from the fires of bereavement, sadness

Swallows the last ray of hope spiraling downward

Into the strongholds of the final spire of a smile

Suffocating it to surrender to the pain inside

The succumbing joys spawn cancerous waves

Of effervescent apparitions of memories of love

Reminiscent specters of broken promises and

Cherished dreams and the bleakness they bear

That loathsome day conjured demons in my heart

That evoke images of cascading silhouettes dancing

To beckon the other to fall into their welcoming embrace

As they sing together in chorus of eternity's beauty

That day crushed my hopes and broke every promise

That day ended my joy and condemned my pride

That eventful day when you chose two words to say

“It's Over” A terrible two word attempt at goodbye

Then went on to explain reasons I can't remember.....

All Rights Reserved Property of Warren L.G De Mills

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

THe shadows of past loves and challenge haunts this piece, well done, good read.

[Wendy Seames Garner]

A haunting, dark description of a broken heart.

"Then went on to explain reasons I can't remember....." Perhaps she said, "It's Over" because he never really listened to what she had to say?

[Coyote Poetry]

"With a woman's words a man's hope is broken
By the whim of wonder and the way of waste"
I enjoyed the story in this poem. So many statements stood out. There is truth in this story. Emotion of love is walking on a edge waiting for the walls of the edge to cave in. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote