The Heart's Bridges

A poem I wrote for a contest.

A bridge connecting two hearts.  The hearts are joined, never to be separated.

 

But then you chipped a piece off the bridge, and it slowly began to crumble.

 

The terrible fights, the long lonely nights, and the anger began to break the bridge more.

 

Soon the bridge was wobbling and bending, but I couldn’t see it.

 

One day, standing on the bridge, it collapsed. A fight that ended the joining of our hearts.

 

I fell with it, consumed by my own love, and I drowned in the loneliness that lay under the bridge.

 

 

 

A bridge connecting two hearts was broken beyond repair, leaving me in utter despair.

 

I don’t know if I’ll ever rebuild a bridge and connect my heart to another’s,

 

Because I am still buried beneath the rubble of the first bridge, suffocated by my own stupidity.

 

 

 

The heart’s bridges are flimsy and weak and can break easy. But I didn’t know that when I joined my heart to his. 

Author's Note

I really don't know if this is any good. I'm wondering if I should even post it . . .
hopefully it's good and you like it, but i'm not making any promises.


**This was for a contest.

Reviews

[TheFemininePad]

I think this is an excellent poem that demonstrates how love can leave lasting scars. It's nice how you used the bridge metaphor to describe how you are feeling. Sometimes its hard to connect with someone else you love after being hurt, but you can only find true love by mistakes. Be warned though. You must be happy with yourself before trying to bridge relationships with others.

[Black-Draped]

great poem! very deep.

[Cricket Kidd]

Nice. I like it!

[ShaiRage]

I liked it. It has a lot of truth to it :3 and it really got me thinking :o