Oh My Aching Heart

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My Aching Heart

By Tony DeLorger © 2014


Oh my aching heart,

starved of real moments,

torn from illusory dreams,

and left vacant, wanting.

My soul, empty of sustenance,

fades from hope, from connection,

in a world lost to imperfection,

to the enactment of fear's play.

I see the fallen squirm,

dry and shrivelled from hatred,

from abandoning the true self,

that spark that ignites life to action.

And in my growing loss,

a feel disconnected, alone,

tainted by this disease, spreading,

this plague of self-centred focus.

Souls, lost within their own wants,

fade from existence, their hearts encrusted,

hard and impervious to compassion,

and the empathy once shared.

Laden with fear, man walks the earth,

solitary and single-minded,

all else at arms length,

immersed in the tragedy of acquisition.

Where has kindness gone,

lost to a harsh and demanding mistress,

ever-dissatisfied and wanting more,

that allure of would be happiness.

Love has become a formality not an emotion,

taken for granted, abused and misdirected,

while children grow without parents,

without love and approval, feeling unworthy of life.

Oh my aching heart,

tells me to cherish love and in giving, aspire,

to fill my soul with compassion and kindness,

and live despite the fear that surrounds me.

I see this darkness in me,

this decimation and loss,

and all I can do is fight it, and write on,

and deliver potential as a torchlight in the dark shadows of reality.


Life can only be lived from the inside out, not as a response to the outside. Be true to yourself.

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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

So glad you appreciated it Linda. have a great day.


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Much appreciated Diana, so glad you enjoyed it.


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks Christine, I'm glad you relate to my thoughts and expression.


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Minnetonka Twin 2 years ago from Minnesota

Tony-this poem has such a sadness of what can become of us if we choose to only take and not give. I found myself feeling hope at the end. We all have struggles that we can conquer. Great writing!


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Diana Lee 2 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

Deep emotions bring out great poems. You have some good advice as well. Well done, Tony. Voted up.


pochinuk 2 years ago

Tony,

An emotive heart path far exceeds an analytic one; your words

tack this former track; I can feel it!

There is healing for the dull pain indeed.

You are limitless in the capacity for your words to speak to others; keep going!

-Christine


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

I'm pleased you connected with them Jamie. take care.


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jhamann 2 years ago from Reno NV

Thank you, your words really helped me. Jamie

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