The heart feels heavy and full of despair. It needs to be comforted after the pangs of unrequited passion. It needs to be consoled in its broken moment. <br /> <br />Once full of burning fire; full of raging flames, but now all that is left is a smouldering wreck. A heart that is full of sorrow; a heart that is lamenting. <br /> <br />The heart wishes to speak from morning until evening; from the setting of the sun to the sunrise, to a new day; through the moonlit shadows, where angels grasp its strings and pull. <br /> <br />Once there was love O so divine, but now there is the winter of despair. The heart wants to reach out like a fresh flower on a sunny spring day. O for empathy in the hour of darkness, O compassion where have you been, as I travel through the shadows of time.<br /><br />Talmadge Rogalla<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-broken-heart-9/
