Seated here at home close to a city that has been caught in temperatures that some of us irish struggle with, I composed this poem, whilst working on something else. The contents of this Poem IS NOT FROM REAL LIFE, But it is 110% a work from my imagination from start to finish.
I guess it is sometimes to have a mind that at times appear to work on imagination and creativity all to come together to create something like this. I for one am quiet happy with this poem, with the exception of a couple of areas that I will always find fault.
But There are times when Love Takes a Turn for the worst and one is left to pick up the pieces as it were. and thus begins a life and a battle for control of a life and mindset when one’s love has left and as the poem puts it , has become Hearts Assassin.
I cannot help but imagine that ones mind becomes an invisible battle field where Anger , resentmernt battles for control against the more positive areas of life. This is where the Poem is set. I do hope and pray that folks enjoy this little trip into the mindset of an over active mind..
Having said this Please Enjoy this Poem:
Some photos are taken from sources that hold copyrite to such work, thus copyrite goes to the holder of this work above.
Hearts Assassin
The sole assassination of my heart,
Began and ended when you did depart.
Lonely echo’s exist where love once lived,
You leaving conceived threads where lost arrived.
In the avenues where echo’s resound,
Through caverns of this empty ship aground.
Crashed, broken onto the rocks of despair,
Where no flare remain or send, who should care.
Love now twisted, lost without respite here,
On the island where shattered lives appear.
Clinging to remnants of what once was sweet,
Nought now left to defeat, empty downbeat.
Where does the wreckage of this life now dwell,
Bitterness and anger invade this shell,
A downcast reaction to losing you,
Redecorating now key to get through.
Resent hearts assassin strive to survive,
Still emptiness thrives seeking to deprive.
The battle for mind goes on I hide deep,
Locked in the hallways where memories keep.
© Pat Fitzgerald 2023
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