Crushed (Durog)

The heart fell

And torn to pieces

blown by the wind

and carried to nothingness

brought to oblivion

in this abyssmal void

twirling, circling

ceaselessly

weary, somnolent,

yet it persisted

it’s quest, unending

the questions, interminable

incessant like the wind

it never stops…

until all the bits

are like specks

stripped, bare

devoid of pleasure

bereft to the core…

at it’s final breath

words uttered

were of grief

lamenting on love vanished

vanquished, never to be felt

Crushed Answered

(Irene de la Paz)

Let not your heart grieve

for that which is gone

or for the past travails

of life passed its posts,

for you are worth...

more than the pains

and the pangs

and the bitter throes;

and all those blows

from this imperfect world.

You are more than

a speck of the wind,

for in your thoughts

are embedded

the persistence to survive,

the virtues to be alive,

the faith that thrives

above the insanity

of human reason.

And despite our lamentations

despite the interminable questions,

at the core of your mind,

there which is only visible to you

is that peace that will forever be