Time

Help me.

I do not see the beauty left in this world.

For when he took my heart,

he took my eyes.

Who knew of heartache

as a blinding pain?

It suffers me so much,

these tears could fill oceans,

but just the same,

will never dry up.

What is left of me?

What is a person who cannot love?

Do hearts grow back

as flowers do in spring?

Such curiosity, which does not kill,

For after heartache,

one is already seeming dead.

A close friend of patience,

Mentioned he can heal all wounds.

My only option now,

Is to wait.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Otsana]

I love the metaphor "For when he took my heart, he took my eyes" because it does seem that when we are heartbroken everything loses it's beauty and we don't know how to move on. My favourite line is "Do hearts grow back,as flowers do in spring?" because it is so naive and yet even the oldest of people would hope and wish for it in this situation. I think that when it comes to love we are all naive and virgins because no relationship is the same as the previous. Great poem!