A MESS OF HEART-BREAK

by Robert Davidson

Her pasing took his last spark of life
Left him bereft with only his grief to bear
The last bit of his heart's dream was taken -
A love portion so precious and rare.

A mess of heart-break
Not told in words but in sobs
I miss her so bad
Intrense is my cry as my breaking heart throbs.

I cry out
From the bottomless well of my loneliness
I cry my sorrow aloud
So much ache and sadness, I wear like a ghostly shroud.

A mess of heart-break
Not told in words but in sobs
I miss her so bad
Intrense is my cry as my breaking heart throbs.

He was aware things were closing down for him
As they laid her beneath the broken sod
A man who had wrestled his demon and lost
Was now ready to go home to God.

Copyright 2005 robertdavidson