A Broken Heart

They found Hector passed out in a ditch
Beside his smashed up car. He had a
Pistol in his hand. By all accounts, he'd
Gotten drunk the night before, by all
Accounts, because a woman broke his
Heart, and, in his grief, and, in his
Drunken state, he sped off in his car,
And shot out windows everywhere.
He shot those of the woman's house.
He shot those of the place he worked.
He shot the ones of his own car. He shot
At streetlights, and at signs until he
Had no bullets left, and then he set off
For his home, but passed out,
Crashing in that ditch. The cops have
Got him. He's in trouble. Even now,
He doesn't care. He has a broken heart.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-10 at 00:38

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I was trying to see a parallel here with Homer's Hector. Perhaps when he knew all was lost and raged at Achilles. A broken heart does strange things to the mind. This was a great story.
2017-01-16


Bibek
Poor Hector. A broken heart is cancer; it keeps eating you from the inside.
2017-01-10


Ivan R
It follows a rough stream, and its a good story well told
2017-01-10


alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
this guy needs a good lawyer!
2017-01-10