Chronicles of the Broken Hearted: Death

another old poem from my freshman year of high school

Mt Funeral has been prepared,
My Death has been in vain.
The Pain and Pleasure I have felt is now gone,
Before I've reached my date of Birth.

My Mum and Dad both died, from the marks,
Engraved upon, their feeble Broken Hearts!
The Scars of Battle, War, and Strife,
Have left me feeling like Fire and Ice.

My Heart has now failed me now,
And I will soon be dead.
But tell my Daughters,
About the Curse, that follows everyone!

Tell them that I don't want them to know,
And Die of that cursed feeling,
Caused by a Broken Heart.
And I don't want to watch from Heaven,
The sight of my Daughters,
Dying of their Broken Hearts!

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

this evokes sadness and pity for a mother to have to leave her daughters and die of a broken heart.