Land of Broken Hearts
Poem
by Raven Black
Woe to the land that love has long forgot.
Where anger and sorrow reign,
and the only sensation, pain.
Where hope is sealed in an iron knot,
and barren trees litter a landscape thirsty for blood.
No fruit blooms for a season.
Loneliness strikes without rhyme or reason,
and the skeleton birds no longer make a sound.
Darkness falls on all that's seen.
Seldom does light shine on my moments on denial.
If so, it only lingers for a while,
then disappears as if it had never been.
Land of Broken Hearts© COPYRIGHT 2006 Raven Black. Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author. 01/04/06
