Heart Full Of Blood

It's just an old story

somewhere fading away

between the end and another beginning

It begins with romance

and ends with nothing

but an inconclusive post-mortem

Murder or suicide

or accidental death

love's just a future laid to waste

All the plans and the pledges

the laughter and the hope

re-buried treasures marked with an X

Though the body's still warm

and the heart full of blood

pain's just a memory of how we once were

The corpse will dry up

and remains will be ashes

stratified hurt absorbed by time

But between now and then

the damaged clock ticks

and the injury ebbs away slow

Love's killed on the spot

where the flowers should be

all dressed-up with nowhere to go

Reviews

[Shante Payne]

A cynical take on love and pain itself, but hauntingly true. I particularly enjoyed the last stanza. It makes me think, yes what's the point of giving the dead, the love-sick at that, pretty bouquets of flowers that are just going to die as well. This almost makes me feel like, what's the point in loving --> "love's just a future laid to rest" right? Great write once again...you always outdo yourself.

[Truly Ross-Wisehart]

Habitual creatures, are we not? Absolutely cyclical where affairs of the heart are concerned.

"It's just an old story
somewhere fading away
between the end and another beginning"

I imagine that space in between must me a rather large area to accommodate all the crashing and burning loves, eh?

Excellent, as always.

~Tru

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

This is such an interesting write.I always admire the delicious intricacy in your writes.They are as stratified as you describe 'hurt absorbed in time' to be.I love this poem for how it is not straight and plain but so very complex.
Just as pain and hurt gets deposited on a prior uncomplicated heart and mind with time layer by layer,your words here capture the gradual agglomeration of pain and then ultimately its seeping into the tender veins of the heart..it seeps in so finely that no longer are you able to distinguish pain and love..both seem to be with each other in a natural way.
There is much to quote here.I love the last three lines.Also..'the damaged clock ticks and the injury ebbs away slow'.As i have already said 'stratified hurt absorbed by time' is a beautiful line.Then there is 'reburied treasures marked with an 'x'.Oh i could quote the poem itself ;)
Somehow this poem is very different from your other poems.There is some vulnerability here but a vulnerability which is not fragile..A wonderful write.

[justice]

Powerful ending. The use of a rhyme at the very end really brought this piece to a wonderful concluding point. Cynical is the appropriate word to describe the content, but that is all good. I really enjoy the form, the flow, and the feel of this piece. Thank you for sharing this and keep on writing!