Friday, November 14, 2008

where do the shattered pieces lie?

i really don't know what is happening to me
i really don't know what is going on me
i really don't how what are my feelings rite now
cuz my heart is just embedded with confusion...
i really don't know...

depression... sorrow.... crestfallen... heart broken....helplessness

perhaps these words is
the key for what i feel rite now
a deep understanding of these words tells me where do the shattered pieces lie ...
cuz i have to find the shattered pieces just to rebuild back my old self

indeed no one is happy all of the time,
but i just don't wanna be like some people who... feel as if they can never find happiness and love thru dis depression
i keep telling myself..
i just need to rebuild my old self just to feel there was something once,
perhaps love was just meant to break my heart....

A poem that is simply a mournful cry to the heavens, in search of the remnants of a broken heart.

Seek Not My Heart

Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.

by Kit McCallum


ApRiLuvsBLaCKcoFFee.....* said...

Smile :)

::we are X::

dead_crow88 said...
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dead_crow88 said...

i wish i could........ sob2

miera said...