ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel
  • »
  • Books, Literature, and Writing»
  • Poems & Poetry

Oh My Aching Heart

Updated on January 14, 2014
how my heart aches from Lindsay Anne flickr.com
how my heart aches from Lindsay Anne flickr.com
Gambling Addict from Daniel Devine flickr.com
Gambling Addict from Daniel Devine flickr.com
Fear from Kirotea flickr.com
Fear from Kirotea flickr.com
Losing yourself from Dara Sieng flickr.com
Losing yourself from Dara Sieng flickr.com
Seeing Potential from Michael Lapointe flickr.com
Seeing Potential from Michael Lapointe flickr.com
Fire torch from Tihomir Lazarov flickr.com
Fire torch from Tihomir Lazarov flickr.com

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.

Comments

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    • Tony DeLorger profile image
      Author

      Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

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

    • Tony DeLorger profile image
      Author

      Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Much appreciated Diana, so glad you enjoyed it.

    • Tony DeLorger profile image
      Author

      Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

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

    • Minnetonka Twin profile image

      Linda Rogers 3 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!

    • Diana Lee profile image

      Diana L Pierce 3 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

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

    • profile image

      pochinuk 3 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

    • Tony DeLorger profile image
      Author

      Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

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

    • jhamann profile image

      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      Thank you, your words really helped me. Jamie