Broken Heart

Everything spun

Like a merry-go-round

As her heart did pound �"

PoundpoundPoundpound �"

To the rhythm,

The pounding rhythm �"

The sounding rhythm �"

In her soul.

As her role

Took its toll �"

Stole its toll �"

She lost control,

And her heart

Then did dart -

Far apart the beats depart �"

As her role

Stole its toll.

The pounding rhythm,

The sounding rhythm �"

 The surrounding rhythm �"

PoundpoundPoundpounded

And she fell, so astounded �"

So confounded �"

All surrounded by unbounded emotion �"

By devotion �"

By the potion, by the notion

That love would save her �"

Make her braver,

Not deprave her.

But she was wrong �"

Oh, so wrong, cried the throng

And her misery song

Went along,

And her heart pounded strong

As the song went along,

Captured by the pounding rhythm �"

The sounding rhythm �"

The rhythm that surrounded -

That confounded �"

That expounded and astounded

Until her heart no longer pounded.

 

Reviews

[17thWhitePrince]

wow ... very nice ... reminded me a little of Edgar Allan Poe in a way ... kind of cool ... loved the way you wrote it ... well done indeed ... one of the better poems I have read thus far ... very very good ...

[Wildecat]

This is a well crafted poem, a definite pleasure to read your poetry.