Tuesday, 6 August 2013

...Of Burnt Hearts

Have you ever experienced this kind of heart ache…
Where your heart does not break…
But burns!
Charred…
…charcoal black!

Where the acrid stench of the smoke actually makes you reel…
Where the dark fumes from the burning heart go up to your eyes,
And force blistering saline tears to well and spill,
Leaving your eyes puffy and bloodshot!



Where the pungent thick miasmas ascend to your brain…
Invoking images of deep dark tumultuous waters..
Images of violent storms…
And bleak barren days ahead!

When the sound of the raging fires devouring your heart are so loud..
So loud they drown the beautiful chirping of skylarks…
And the low hum of the working bee …
Where the smoke is just too thick…
So thick everything you see is devoid of colour,
You fail even to see the rainbow in-front of you!

And the pain!
That kind of agony
Where you feel like your ribcage has squeezed your heart way too much,
That a stray rib has pierced your heart to the core!

Where you feel a huge lump in your throat
And you cannot swallow the lump,
For your throat is parched,
As ‘parched’ as your burnt heart!

You feel like the walls are closing in on you,
Like the darkness is stifling you,
Like the fingers of melancholy are choking you,
And despite the flames licking your heart,
Your soul just grows cold!

I have heard of broken hearts mending..healing,
But have never heard of burnt hearts being restored to normalcy!!!!!


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