Poem: You were cold in Autumn (A tale of heartbreak and heartache)
Sweeping up the wreckage,
Of the heart you left behind.
Shattered, burnt, then buried,
Where no-one will ever find.
My heart I gave you willingly,
as you'd promised it no hurt.
But rather than protect it,
You'd left it in the dirt.
A year it lay forgotten,
Unrecognised by all,
Yet safe it was there laying,
Till the leaves began to fall.
For on that day in autumn,
A bonfire there was lit,
My love was roasted in the furnace,
And reduced to ashen bits.
And so for now it lays buried.
Kept safe by Mother Earth.
She'll guard it and protect it,
and recognise it's worth.
One day she'll work her magic,
For she's often good with healing,
And my heart will be returned to me,
Once more bursting out with feeling.
Right now I'll pick myself back up.
I'm a fighter still, I'm sure.
And I'll await that day in Spring,
When I'll be ready to love again, once more.
Copyright, Lee Douglas, September 2011. All Rights Reserved.
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