This is a poem with a slightly melancholy flavour about the pain of heartbreak


Wooden Heart

"Love is fire. But whether it's gonna warm your heart or burn your house down you can never tell"- Jason Jordan

My heart is in the Marianas Trench
Splintered, cracking, termite-infested
Carried by treachery and hope.

Human connection binding,
My head completely bowed with desire's spell
And I cannot break free

From immortal longings,
I cannot wrest the hours
out of fingers plucking at strings

I am merely a spectator
watching with breath baited
for outcomes shattering,

Waiting for time to freeze
just a moment, just enough
For my soul to tear away.

So now as I feel
my chest hardening I do not see
Parasitic activity, ignore invaders

Feeding on fibres of my being
drifting in the sea of blood
pulsing through veins blue,

Cold as the water lapping at my heels,
igniting a snowstorm and
Turning me to ash




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-07-25 at 09:28

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
this read is so wonderfully full of the metaphors of a broken pounding of the heart well done rgds mike
2006-07-25


MeisI
My knowledge in english is too bad for me to get all of this And I`m kind of lazy when it comes to dictionaries But I really like it
Must be the sound or something that I capture
That I am liking
2006-07-25