Heartache of Lost Love

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Isn't it interesting that some of the best poetry is written when the authors have suffered from some major emotional catastrophe in their lives such as the death of a loved one or the breakup of a love relationship? The feelings of loss, pain and despair can sometimes become so overwhelming that one can become almost completely dysfunctional with depression. Writing then becomes a release of built up emotions that seem to surround the heart of the author. Have any of you ever felt that way? If you ever have or are going through difficult times in your life then you can probably relate to what many poetry authors have to say in their writings. I never new I was able to write poetry until I had just such an emotional catastrophe in my life. My poems are a release of what was going on inside of me at the time they were written. I hope you enjoy reading them, as they are a part of my inner self exposed for all to see. Unspoken Pain All around there's love in the air But here I am full of despair I walk alone, with vacant stare No one beside me, walking there No idea of the tears cried in vain Surrounding my heart in unspoken pain. Behind the mask they'll never see This salty flood of misery The emptiness within me cry Why doesn't God just let me die? T. E. Percival Copywrite© October 2006 Until My Last Breath Not able to sleep, I stare at the walls I awoke alone in the early dawn He’s no longer there, with his loving arms The tears start to flow, from my pain they’re drawn I doubt if he knows how much I need him To tell me he loves me only, ‘til death As I vowed to him the day we had wed To love only him until my last breath T. E. Percival Copywrite© November 2006 The phone never rings "I'll call you later" The phone never rings The heartache begins The feeling it brings Of pain and despair And no where to hide The tears as they flow From the pain inside What hold does she have? That keeps him away From the one he said Till death love, that day Said "Our hearts are one" But how can that be? He says, "I love you" But it's not to me Our happy life gone He took off his ring Why can't he see it? He is my whole being T. E. Percival Copywrite© October 2006