When the day buzz dims
Under the heavy blanket of the night,
And the silence reigns over the dark,
The broken hearts awake to nurse
The pains and the aches they masked
During the day.
Motherless children moan,
Widows and widowers groan,
Mothers and fathers hearts ache
Over troublesome kids.
Hearts who lost loved ones,
Hearts who suffer from someone,
Hearts who lost the dreams,
And hearts who yearn for
This which they cannot attain;
Their pain is unbearable.
It’s loud and deep and real.
Pain so real it breaks even
The strongest of hearts.
Broken hearts go down the alleys
Of their memory lane.
Memories of old, and recent
Ones too. Some are solace,
Some are torture to go through.
Only those broken hearts
Who come back and soar
Upward, towards the heaven,
Are saved. Those who kindle
The hope and prayers, start
To heal. Little by little, with
Every morning new, those broken
Hearts mend.
©gainperspectiveblog11/18/2021
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