The Song of a Broken Heart

If you’ve never suffered the pain of a broken heart, perhaps you’ve never known love, and perhaps you’ve never experienced loss.

Can you see yourself deep down in a hole,

Where the light doesn’t want to go,

Tying yourself up in a fetal knot,

Until there’s nothing left to show?

And that’s what it’s like…

The darkness of a broken heart…

The final closing of an open door,

The empty echo of a silent floor;

You think of leaving,

But you haven’t the will to start.

Picture yourself running through a forest,

On a stormy, horrific night;

The wind is lashing like an angry child,

Who wants to hurt you out of spite.

And this is the pain…

The chaos of a broken heart…

The clouds of onus and the rain get in,

The sense of lone-ness and the cold set in;

You go on grieving,

And you cannot remove the dart.

Imagine yourself on a tiny isle,

In the midst of a swirling sea;

The waves are looming like a hungry beast,

And there’s nowhere for you to flee.

And that’s how it is…

The tempest of a broken heart…

With nothing showing but an empty space,

The sound of hollow filling up the place;

You stop believing,

And reality falls apart.

r. nuñez, 6/2013