Heartaches
pains, yens, sorrows, miseries, woes
torn, pierced, scarred
blisters as memories fester
it cannot be patched, cured or repaired
nothing lightens the tenderness.
Heartaches
butchers a soul
a crux of dying roots
thrashes searching for serenity
solitude, melancholic, and glum
prays and pauses for a renewal.
Heartaches
tricks the mind into annihilation
teases the heart into fearing “no” cure
desolate, fruitless, and crumbling
old ship wreckage left to sink
vanishing amid the breakage of the sea…
leaves a shell without a nucleus or mortality.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2015 – Use by Permission Only.