All that is left are the walls <br />For it did not give by cups, <br />But by buckets. <br />It gave to infinity, and it gave infinity. <br />The content of my heart <br />has been expended. <br />The length and breadth <br />has been drained. <br />Its elixir was given to dogs, <br />That ate it up – ravenously. <br />They sucked on its honey, <br />They slurped its wine, <br />They gnawed at its meat, <br />(My heart has been killed) . <br />They did it all - wastefully. <br />Its essence and form <br />Is now denatured <br />(Trust taken from it) . <br />It can no longer do its tasks. <br />As it is, so it does. <br />This part of me <br />can only do partially. <br />For all that is left <br />Are scraps - parts - <br />That cannot be pasted <br />(Can no longer love whole) . <br />My heart has been wasted <br />This is why <br />Her and I <br />Could no longer remain <br />(Because of abiding pain) , together. <br /> <br />Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis<br /><br />Leslie Alexis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exhausted-8/
