I heard within a rainy wood,
as idly thru the dark I strode,
Beside a gentle glistening stream,
Along a worn and weary road;
As if in argument engaged,
A pair of voices stained with grief,
The transfer that was there beheld,
Far beyond my hearts’ belief.
There stood a maiden and a youth,
Beneath the mighty, towering trees,
He held her tightly to his chest,
And muffled there her anguished screams.
Her hands where covering her face,
As hair in golden tresses fell,
In tangled streams about her hands,
Heavy from the falling swell.
I knew not what the ordeal meant,
nor what had caused such sorrow shrill,
Nor what the youth could ever do,
to hurt the gentle maid...until
I heard her whisper thru her tears,
words his actions did entreat
into his tearless eyes she begged,
“please my love, do not leave me”.
I paused to hear his answer,
but none did he submit.
It seemed from his priorities,
her heartache he chose to omit.
There were no tears on her behalf,
Not but one heartless decree;
“Do not from grief attempt to do
anything in stupidity”.
I gathered from his callous words,
He thought the maiden quite obtuse,
His words were to my unknown ears,
of his arrogance fair proof.
His unrelenting unconcern,
My uninvolved heart did offend,
So I came forth from my cover,
To the maidens plight defend.
But as I took one silent step,
He turned from her to walk away,
She did not cling unto his hand,
Nor beg of him to longer stay.
She simply closed her eyes and stood,
As strong as she could still remain,
He let go of her outstretched hand,
And disappeared into rain.
She waited till she knew that from
his sight she had been freed,
Tis then she fell into the mud
and there released her burning scream,
She lay there for a while
as the rain fell all around,
And moved not from that state
but lay for hours on the ground.
I wished to go and comfort,
yet my feet refused to move,
My strength was useless to the task,
nor did my will an answer prove,
So much of me so wished to help,
yet there was nothing I could do,
And as she lay there in the night
it seemed as if the darkness grew.
I next recall but one last thing,
she looked up from the muddy ground,
And searched the grove for her lost love,
but I was all that her eyes found.
She looked into my face
and for the briefest moment I could see,
This poor, pathetic, broken soul
was not a single soul but me.
I woke to find it all a dream,
in the darkness of my room,
Twas nothing but a nightmare
that did my painful past exhume.
And so I took a walk that night,
each and every step retraced,
Until my wandering had brought me
once again unto that place.
It was December Thirty first,
it had been three months or more,
Since my love had there left me,
and to my lonesome self restored.
I looked into the heavens
as the drops came softly down,
Just as they had that August night
as in the heavens tears I drowned.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- My Broken Heart Lies Bleeding by SchizoChic.
600 points, ended February 29, 2008, 31 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow that was a beautiful powerful story... bravo.
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Bravo!
WEll, I thoroughly enjoyed this lengthy self refection, or dream, or wahathaveyou and couldn't help but to think that you'd probably be invited to tea with Lord Byron or Shelly, Blake, or Poe if they had but eyes left to read this. Marvelous work here. Congrats.
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Love can draw some strong words from within, but loss simply rips the words away from us and forces them onto a page. The combination of both...deep love and painful loss...well, that makes for a stronger write than either love or loss alone.
Sorrowful and poignant. Thank you for another glimpse inside a creative mind.
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awwwwwwww
this wasa great write so deep and just wow..i was totally feeling it. it was just um i dont know wat to say i was crying with it
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WOW!!!
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Hi, this I liked very much but the meter needs to be a little tighter, not easy I know, but when doing a classical type poem rhyme and meter must go hand in glove so to say, very nice I enjpyed it very much, all the bet, Di
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This is lengthy but kept the readers attention,imagery and emotion strong and the rhyme didn't seem compramized.Liked the creativity of the reality becoming a dream of a nightmare within reality revisited and oh,how I relate to this piece of poignant poetry.
We keep ourselves busy during the hours we are awake so that we don't re visit the pain but when dream time claims us at night it cruelly re enforces the duality of love lost and all it's highs and lows,I confess I even tried to avoid sleep for this very reason but it was fruitless,we need to sleep and we need to work through the pain,both awake and asleep,if only there was a rehab for the heart,as I have written about myself,there is a rehab for all those that chose their addictions but for those wounded by love,there isn't even chocolate available on prescription! Many blessings to your tender heart,never give it to anyone unless they are worthy of your love
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Nice :)
Exellent great write somthing that really made me read it. Like your words were meant to go together in this one awsome job hope to check out more of your poems.
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