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Mar 31, 2008
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Withered Heart Bleeds
I’ve been laid low upon my bed
Like fire burning in the pit of my stomach
You hurt me like no other
When you bruise the fruit from my womb
Reliving this pain keeps me on my knees
Can’t believe you could have done this
Ripping my love to pieces
The day my world fell apart
My love for you grew from nothing more sweetly
Blossoming into what we call passion
Is no more, just like a kite in the wind it’s gone let loose
That day you send my world crumbling down
There’s nothing more to say to make us whole again
Like a sword in a fierce battle we’re split into,
Not as one happy couple every one envied
No more trusting like before
Like a atom bomb on enemy territory
You destroyed like I never thought you would
My well of moans reaches the skies
No tears to shed, my Sahara meet it driest day
Mean words, cruel remarks spew like lava from my lips
Burning down the life we once had
Where love covered a multitude of sins
Only devastated dreams is what’s left aflame
No matter the years that past us by
Never again will it be time
To make atonement in my spirit
Without the hope we once shared
I have let go of unhealthy hate
Take back my angry fiery rage
A better place call self-control
As I lay upon a bed of emotions
— Barbara Writes, Mar 31, 2008
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RSScheerer
18 years 2 months ago
Barbara
Barbara Writes
18 years 2 months ago
Thank Ronda
I really appreciate your thoughts on this. Was letting go of words to express what I feel thanks for helping me make them work better
RSScheerer
18 years 2 months ago
You are welcome
Barbara Writes
18 years 2 months ago
Therapeutic
Yes true for me. After reading "Desperation in D minor " and all the loving comments, It got harder and harder to to deal with like fires of emotions in my stomach. Admitting to be a victim was too much. I still can't share it, but letting go of the emotion in poetry released me. Try to write about it before now, but couldn't express in words. Neopoet members help me to share what I am comfortable with in poetry with all the support to make poetry writing better. Smiles:) Barbara