The Lonely Heart

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    I was slightly depressed when I wrote this lol.

    The Lonely Heart

    Clouds come down from a cold dark sky,
    Oh how my heart wishes it could die.

    The thunder rumbles in the night,
    My lips thin and seal tight.

    Tight against an anguished cry,
    I wish I could still just sigh.

    To long I have waited for love to come,
    My heart has become deaf, blind, and dumb.

    So little left of what once was,
    An empty shell I wish I was.

    Empty of all pain and grief,
    My heart quivers like a leaf.

    Hope still burns though thin and weak,
    Hot tears trickle down my cheeks.

    The ache inside grows over time,
    The fall gets longer every time.

    Lost and lonely I will wait,
    My heart ever searching for my mate.

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    SuSpence commented on The Lonely Heart

    06-03-2009

    Terrific poem, I currently feel much the same way. Tired of wading through the loneliness day after day, waiting for the sadness to just go away. Nice guys finish last, its true...Karma, i've been a good man, you're late, where are you! I will check in on your work from time to time, I hope you will do the same :)

    Clementinewoods commented on The Lonely Heart

    06-02-2009

    I enjoyed your poem, eventhough it tells of a sad period of time in your life. I also like the way you ended it, because it shows that you're not going to give up on love and a chance at true happiness.

    Platti commented on The Lonely Heart

    06-02-2009

    Very powerful words you have expressed your feelings so strongly that I have felt them as well, and your metaphorical ways of going about expressing yourself is wonderful, definitely worth a 10 and two minutes of my life, Thanks

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    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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