What's left of me?

Broken hearts create dark days of questions.

What's left of me?

by jack

 

 

What’s left of me, this shell?
The local headlines read

This sorrowed soul of loneliness,
would be much better dead

I think my heart is beating,
though nothing I can feel
The darkened river in my soul
These eyes can not conceal

The pain seems everlasting
An alleyway too long
Painted walls of emptiness
What did I do so wrong?

The earth it has stopped spinning
No sunrise do I see
For since she broke my fragile heart
There’s nothing left of me

Author's Note

Where am I?

Reviews

[Emerald Seas]

I really hope this isn't written for feelings present now. It brought me right back to my own state a year ago. Although different, the loss was a catastrophic blow to my senses. I felt it all again as your words resonate back to my own similar lines written months ago. You have here a well crafted poem of loss, and the encompassing internal turmoil.
Don't worry, I won't linger in that past. I am in a much better place. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt write.

[Jack...]

Sorry for the bad memories, but thank you so much for reading and commenting on my work. there are times that we feel this way and there are times that we don't. I don't believe we get to choose when that happens, but we do get to choose how we deal with it. I deal with most things through writing. thank you for taking the time to stop by, I really appreciate it.

[icelandicblue]

I love the rhyme scheme you have created. That final stanza is a killer. Love can be a killer and you've captured that here. I enjoyed this poem very much.

[Jack...]

Thank you very much for the kind comment

[Marie]

I dislike love poetry, but I like the way this is set up. What I don't like is rhyming "read" and "dead".

[Jack...]

Well I am glad you liked most of it.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

How is this love poetry? Marie please, I do not see it lol!

[Marie]

The last two lines.