The Hurt

Well . . . the title says it all. I wrote this while inebriated. The words seem to be etched in my heart too deeply that I sometimes find myself reciting some of the lines even while I'm busy at something else. . .

Amber sun upon the horizon,
Escorting the day to its conclusion.
With it a dream, a love, an illusion,
Capture a memory, hold in suspension . . .

A love so bright it didn't seem,
No force on earth could make it dim.
Till moment came, she did intend,
To say our love had then to end.

A spate of rage I did let go,
Vision dimmed, dazed vertigo.
The truth seeped in my shattered heart,
Tearing my world and soul apart.

Drown now the pain in alcohol,
And every liquid that had ethanol.
The hurt's too deep, things chemical,
Won't ease an ache not physical.

In droves, my friends did sympathize,
To ease the pain, rationalize,
But mutually we had to realize,
I still had to pay the price.

O heart, past limits of relief,
Fold unto itself like a withered leaf.
Cold granite walls now fortify,
Castle of passion once on the fly.

In solitude I meditate,
My troubled heart did I placate.
Should shattered love now seal my fate,
To care no more - stay celibate?

Is mortal love so delicate,
To warrant an end immediate?
And pray to gods, ingratiate
Bless a love to perpetuate.

Within my heart now cold and callused,
In limbo forlorn but not quite lost,
A spark of hope for heart to rise,
Amid despair, revitalize.

I trod upon my virtual graveyard,
Where broken love lies buried and unheard.
A flower tossed, I bid adieu,
The sun will rise, start life anew . . .