What's left of me?

Broken hearts create dark days of questions.

What's left of me?

by jack

 

 

What’s left of me, this shell?
The local headlines read

This sorrowed soul of loneliness,
would be much better dead

I think my heart is beating,
though nothing I can feel
The darkened river in my soul
These eyes can not conceal

The pain seems everlasting
An alleyway too long
Painted walls of emptiness
What did I do so wrong?

The earth it has stopped spinning
No sunrise do I see
For since she broke my fragile heart
There’s nothing left of me

Author's Note

Where am I?

Reviews

[Cryingkate]

The Answer = Is All Of You :-)

[Cassie]

ohhhhh.....tears are starting to come back, I hope now you are in a much better sweet place.

[Jack...]

Thank you my friend.

[s y e]

Broken hearts suck.... I hate them. I'm dreading the day when someone finally breaks mine and it can't be fixed... Yikes.

Made me think.

[Jack...]

No one better break your heart my friend, they'll have me to answer to if they do. Thanks again.

[s y e]

Ah Jack, that's sweet but there's no need. It' has been once before and I coped so I'll be fine, welcome.

[Zahra]

I think my heart is beating,
though nothing I can feel
The darkened river in my soul
These eyes can not conceal

beautiful, and very true jack. A comparatively short poem but really very amazingly expressed.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my sweet friend Zahra.

[Tate Morgan]

Damn this is good Congratulations jack you beat me in this I lay my pen in reverence upon the ground beside your feet.

[Jack...]

Thank you

[Robin]

So true of a broken heart. One word- depleted. Enjoyed this read very much.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Robin

[KAREN]

very sad indeed, felt the agony! The poem is written with such heart felt emotion.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much

[sonceotrok]

True pangs of a broken heart when everything else seems nothing.

[Jack...]

the worst pain I know. Thank you so much.

[sonceotrok]

Ver true!

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Hope you find your way... I am in your situation in my past. I miss the happy thoughts in your poems.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much. Little by little we all find our way...it is just sometimes we don't like where it ends up. Smile, that is our defense.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Yeah the self-pity is ultra familiar Jack, some of us are just born sensitive I guess! I'm not sure there is any cure to it, simply maybe to relish who we are and how God/Nature made us.

We won't all find recognition, or even love.

A poignant piece, I enjoyed it even if it is full of self-inferiority and what not, or so I imagine it to be.

[Jack...]

Thanks Michael, highs and lows and looking in the mirror...life.