I've heard it mentioned many times
'a broken heart'.
Ah I thought, a sentimental time
a time of wishing that someone dear
was not so very far from here.
But no!
How ignorant of me;
now I feel it inside,
shattered, broken, bleeding, bruised,
and not by one event
not the missing of a loved one
who had been heaven sent.
No this is a broken heart
caused by realisation of suffering;
by suffering the realisation
that there is so much pain,
and fear;
and it breaks hearts.
And how does that feel?
Like the crimson life force seeps away
into a gutter of deep despair.
Give me a bandage of hope
and a tourniquet of courage
and a surgeon of faith,
that the flow may be stemmed.
Let peace and tranquillity
flow unhindered throughout all
so that mans' heart may heal,
because it is broken;
I know.
The only cure found in complete rest.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-heart-69/
