Tear drops upon a photograph,
The sad times meeting the happy memories,
The familiar faces blurred by the veil of sorrow fallen upon them,
The once loving smiles now grotesque under my shameful rain.
I remember how she used to smile at me,
The world would stop for me to have all the time I needed to appreciate her face,
Now the world has stopped to extend my pain,
The empty shell of my heart ticking through the seconds of my torture.
To the fire with you now my once proud icon,
Burn away the smiles and my tears from my wretched sight,
The photo ends curling closed,
Like the curtain call on an act in my life.
Yet watching the flames consume our embrace did not bring its solace,
It failed to cauterize the wound in my emotions,
For it only served to burn the image into my mind,
The image of her and me in times when the only fire was our passion.
The ashes caress my tears as the fire dies down,
Black lines running down my twisted visage,
Like arrows showing my descent,
My descent into the depths of depression.
How does one find the words to describe a broken heart,
Words to tell of the frustration and pain that one feels,
Words that if put into song even the heavens would cloud and bring forth their sorrow,
But does man even have such words?
Our simple tongues and tedious languages have no such utterances for heart break,
For no man or woman can deal with the grief,
Let alone put it into word,
Words that would lack vehemency in the face of despair.
So now do I sit in the sanctuary of my darkened room,
Silent but for the sobs that escape from my soul’s prison,
Echoing in the darkness like some mocking recording,
My cries the symphony songs of my heart break,
Building to a crescendo of deafening weeps.
