Tortured hearts - with Love so fleeting, <br />Wonder why my heart keeps beating; <br />I never wondered that before, <br />I never wondered, <br />till you walked out the door. <br /> <br />I see refelections of my undoing, <br />I see the lives of loved ones ruined; <br />Things I can't take back are staying, <br />Things I can't take back, words betraying. <br /> <br />Shadows of a life, now ending, <br />Thoughts upon a life, now mending; <br />Ashes of a love... still lingers, <br />I count the memories on my fingers. <br /> <br />Way past ten, I'm out of digits, <br />But my mind and soul still fidgit; <br />And like a heart that's broken, <br />I have no remembered token, <br /> <br />Of the days that are long gone by; <br />And in this nightmare I still cry. <br />If I could, I'd change the reasons, <br />Of all those years and seasons, <br /> <br />And I'd right my many wrongs, <br />And I'd sing so many different songs. <br />Songs of Love and not of hating, <br />Songs of Joy and songs of mating. <br /> <br />But, it's way too late to change the story, <br />So for the totured hearts, there is no glory; <br />Just a mind that's numb and far from bliss, <br />Just a heart that's died and gone amiss. <br /> <br />Tortured hearts, beware of sadness, <br />Exercise your mind with gladness; <br />Don't let your soul sing songs of woe, <br />Do not into that darkness gently go.<br /><br />david lessard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tortured-hearts/
