Broken Heart

1998 was a busy and difficult year that had a fair amount of things “looking up” for me. I had my son living with me, the custody case appeared to be going well (little did I know how that would change), I’d become close to someone…so I’m at a bit of a loss to explain this poem. It could be that I was having regrets about the train wreck that was the relationship with my son’s mother, but I sort of doubt it because the truth is that I never really cared for her to begin with

I’d be lying if I said I could remember exactly what this was about. 1998 was a busy and difficult year that had a fair amount of things “looking up” for me. I had my son living with me, the custody case appeared to be going well (little did I know how that would change), I’d become close to someone…so I’m at a bit of a loss to explain this poem. It could be that I was having regrets about the train wreck that was the relationship with my son’s mother, but I sort of doubt it because the truth is that I never really cared for her to begin with (I know, it’s pretty sad). I’d had a fair handful of brief “relationships” with women who were enamored by the thought of a single dad, but to be honest I can’t remember a single one of their names, so I’m again drawing a blank.

Oh well. It seems sincere, at any rate, so there must have been some level of genuine pain going on at the time. I just wish I knew what it was! At least…I think I wish I knew…

Broken Heart

There’s a broken heart within these walls

A melancholy soul

A spirit walks these empty halls

Alone and unwhole

Teardrops paint the skin beneath my eyes

A sullen memory within

The past which covers up the present’s lies

A tender lover lost to my sin

A heart, which beats now in chains

Passion’s flames are flickering dim

Memories of love once lost in vain

And chances for Salvation, slim

The wind which whispers gently through the trees

O’er the river winding gently by

Finds me mournful, on my knees

My broken heart has come to die

Face the past, own the pain

No absolution comes within

The blood of true love on my hands’ a stain

And I accede to darkness creeping in.

9-6-1998

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