My Tearful Standby

Broken hearts dont easily mend.
And hope, once lost, is not easily found.
And life, once settled, does not stay easily sound.

Ripples in a deceptively still river of life.
When screaming cannot change the truth,
And tears do nothing to alter the pain.
Where do you turn to?


Love is too fragile a thing to be handled, too trusting a thing to be broken. How is it that people hold the power to take each others' hearts and crush them, without regard to what they've done? Betrayal. Such a bitter word: a betrayal.

The ghosts become overpowering, the wracking sobs too much. Somehow it has passed beyond the point where comfort is consolation: my words are useless and hang in the air, unbidden and unwelcome. Only an ignorant fool could not see what he has done, what he has left behind.