Bitter Joy

A little poem about a broken heart that is forced to keep beating despite all the pain.

My life is void of laughter

I’m in love but I have no lover

 

I yearn for a warm caress

I write love letters with no address

 

My heart suspends by a string

It moves like a living thing

 

But a fact to you unknown

It died long ago all alone

 

So soon after it was born

With nobody there to mourn

 

You’ve never understood

That it was made of wood

 

Come on don’t be coy

Behold the bitter joy

 

Of being the living dead

There’s nothing to be said

 

I cannot feel the pain

My heart won’t beat again

 

I do not have a heart

For you to rip apart

 

You cannot hurt me more

And that’s worth dying for

Author's Note

This is my first poem, I wrote it so long ago, so please be gentle.

Reviews

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

A lovely sound smoothly jumping from aspect to aspect of the subject. Talent yes. good first poem.

[HereWithoutYou<3]

Wow it is beauty, and death. I love the way it sounds, you did a good job! :]

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

Welcome to WritersCafe.
I hope you write more poetry.
This is emotional and wonderful.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

I adore the dual see saw play on words~ the theme is something I do believe most of us who've given everything and been crushed for it can relate to deeply and intimately~

[TTBoy28]

Good start! It could definitely use some work..but it is good.

"There's nothing to be felt
No more flame to melt" - what can/could the flame melt before? I know you can work it out, especially with a title like this.