Heart

this poem was meant to be dark and sad

An object so cordiform

Melting in my hands

It looks like a heart 

Putting me in a trance

The dismay and sorrow

That came over me 

Quickly turned to fire

Burning all I could see

I looked out the window 

A forest grew strong

The fuel was gone but 

The trees strengthened more

My sorrow was gone 

At the price of loss

Now I might as well died

With no friends and no pride

And now I write this note

Before I am gone 

Because all my life things have gone wrong

So before I go 

I say goodbye

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think of this one, I think its one of my best poems

Reviews

[Aura]

I had to read it twice. This seems as if the person is giving up on life as a result of the sorrow, turmoil they faced. Could it be the result of a relationship gone wrong? Or something else that drove hem to the edge? It hurt them so much, it melted their heart, no feelings, no heart shatters, now ending their life was all that matters. In order to get rid of sorrw they had to lose something else, yet it isn't good enough, what has their life become, torment, and sadness, nothing else. Truly a heartbreaking read of giving up on everything

[L. E. Standoff]

You hit the nail on the head that was the idea I was going for and I kept it rather vague as to why the speaker feels the way he does because it makes the poem adaptable

[Aura]

That makes sense. It was my pleasure to read!

[L. E. Standoff]

Thank you for appreciating it and thanks for the astute observation

[Aura]

You are very welcome!