My mind so faint and weary,
from my heart's once-love gone by.
My eyes are filled with sorrow,
with a never ending cry.
I often sit and ponder,
how many harsh blows it takes.
Before my spirit ruins
from an injured heart that breaks.
I hang my head with much shame,
dwelling on the past each day.
How many more tears must fall,
till this pain will wash away?
My soul is now in waiting.
I just want to go and die.
My mind so faint and weary,
from my heart's once-love gone by
Author Notes
I wrote this many years ago. I just came across this poem recently dusted it off and tweaked it here and there. So I decided to post it to see what you all thought. As always I welcome any suggestions to make this better. (punctutation,spelling,etc..) I cant help but to chuckle now at some of the stuff I have written in the past. Nobody likes to have a broken heart but poetry is a great way to release some bottled up emotions. I am so glad I no longer feel this way. Thanks for taking the time to read.
