The stop motion of a breaking that happens in front of you.

The interview of an outer view into a cave of what seems to be a broken scene.

To look into a window of my being as a person who functions
on the mine field of romance is a like watching a movie
black and white of color and a drama of a tragedy.
To further understand this we will now ask this window some
questions of which we have no clue to the magnitude of inside.

Window window in the heart, what is it that as caused your sanity to part?
Was it an accident?
Maybe a breaking of tears over a wound that was just a little to deep this time.
Please tell us all of yourself, what do you have to say about this, so seen
absence?

All that is my mind my mind is doing right now is weeping.
With a sorrow of the heart bleeding what was joy and happiness onto the floor.
As the puddle increases in its volume, my ability to be aware slips.
Now it is confused as to what to do next.
So as it lays there, allowing the puddle of a bleeding heart to consume it.
To feel the cold fire burn out and the raging chill to harden is the dreaded fate at hand.
The feeling is sickeningly comforting to the heart of the tragedy.
There is no hero, or epic plot.
Only a dream on a field with sunsets and rolling hills.
Holding hands with its completion in front of the golden painting that sun as made.
Upon this dream is a heart beat.
Not of the heart that is now bleeding all but its prayer and hope.
Yet it is not that mentioned heart, but the prayer and hope of that heart that beats.
It holds the heart alive.
As a consequence it will bleed eternally until the dream is once again tangible.
If you find the view of this window to depressing or far beyond what you can see I apologize.
This is all you will ever see until the prayer is not longer a prayer but a reality.
Until the hope is no longer a glimmer.

There it is folks the painting that lives for you to look upon.
To use for your own pleasure of knowing you are impervious to this horror film in place.
A sky to curse to and a ground to spit upon will help you stand on your own.
Never listen to the broadcast of affection.
It is played all to frequently.

Reviews

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Very interesting write here, i must say I admire your unique talent.

There were a couple of lines though that i had to stop and wonder about:

"Window window in the heart, what is it that as caused your sanity to part? "

"All that is my mind my mind is doing right now is weeping. " too many 'is'

I'm not sure if those repeated words were intentional, or accidental.

Other than that, Great Write.