The Broken Heart

The broken heart is a starving man who in his devastating hunger

Is content to consume poison, the broken heart is the lonely man

With empty arms whose tears fall and meet the never-ending ocean

It repeats to itself the tale of lost love in a raging fever and numbers

All of its wounds, numerous as the twinkling stars in the heavens

The broken heart loves the question why and cultivates sighs

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This brought on such an angst... having lived the broken life so long... You speak poignantly about the life of brokenness... of hunger for love and acceptance... Makes we wish the world were kinder and gentler at times, and not quite so filled with shadowlands and sorrows.

[kmartell]

last line is good. Very prosaic poem about loss . nice poem

[emmajoy]

That last line almost creates a 'what next' question. This is an incredible winding down from abject pain to a search for a remedy. Your writing has its own meaning, layers to be carefully stripped back to expose the core. Such a sad heart 'your' man, so desperate for help. Finely expressed and formatted carefully, as always