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A broken heart, births great art––

it bleeds you dry, but as you sigh, cry, and whimper goodbye…as you think, and slowly sink, your soul drips ink, over tattered pages, as you blink––
away your tears, writing for minutes to wash away years, drinking beers, until your fear; disappears––
for at least one more night, void of light, illuminating your now tainted, fainted, no-longer-delight–– it took flight, it caught alight, it didn't fight, no longer in sight––so now you write.

You say what you couldn't, perhaps what you shouldn't, you wouldn't––
have understood before, now you're on the floor, done for, needing more, hurting deep within your inner-core, locking every single door-–
from emotion, commotion, it's all in slow motion, your lost in an ocean––
of your very own sorrow, you borrow a tomorrow, but just for today, there must be a way, that doesn't weigh––
you down to the ground, steal what you've found, leave you bound, till you drown, surrounded by profound, screeching sounds––
filling you with torment, and resentment, born without contentment, it's been sent to prevent it––
to begin castration, starvation, temptation, provocation.––

You begin to create, using your love, your hate, your sadness, your faith, you sit and wait, for your mind's bait, to open the gate––

to freedom.

A broken heart, births great art.

© Rocio Belinda Mendez 24/9/ 2013

Description

A broken heart, births great art––

it bleeds you dry, but as you sigh, cry, and whimper goodbye…as you think, and slowly sink, your soul drips ink, over tattered pages, as you blink––
away your tears, writing for minutes to wash away years, drinking beers, until your fear; disappears––
for at least one more night, void of light, illuminating your now tainted, fainted, no-longer-delight–– it took flight, it caught alight, it didn't fight, no longer in sight––so now you write.

You say what you couldn't, perhaps what you shouldn't, you wouldn't––
have understood before, now you're on the floor, done for, needing more, hurting deep within your inner-core, locking every single door-–
from emotion, commotion, it's all in slow motion, your lost in an ocean––
of your very own sorrow, you borrow a tomorrow, but just for today, there must be a way, that doesn't weigh––
you down to the ground, steal what you've found, leave you bound, till you drown, surrounded by profound, screeching sounds––
filling you with torment, and resentment, born without contentment, it's been sent to prevent it––
to begin castration, starvation, temptation, provocation.––

You begin to create, using your love, your hate, your sadness, your faith, you sit and wait, for your mind's bait, to open the gate––

to freedom.

A broken heart, births great art.

© Rocio Belinda Mendez 24/9/ 2013