The tears how they burn, my head how it aches.
The more that I cry, the more my heart breaks.
The memories linger, the pain as it deepens.
The more that I climb, the more this hill steepens.
My mind that is full, my emotions confused.
I’ve tried to forget but my heart has refused.
My soul has grown empty, desperately alone
as I look out the windows and wait by the phone.
My heart still believes what my mind denies.
I want to believe that my reasons tell lies.
No cares are more weak then my everyday needs.
I cannot go on as my broken heart bleeds
Like a stake or a knife driven into my chest,
the scar will remain and my pain never rests.
Each day is a new, each night a new end.
To save my own life, I’ll never love again.
©1996 Jessica Lasa
If you would like to read more poetry, check out “Transcendental”, my latest poem.