Broken forever

It has been a slow burn
and a painful churn
going in the innards of my being,

The blades of those memories

now spin, whir and buzz,

unleashing a tornado in the soul,

The sharp blades cut

and firmly shut

the door to any new bloom

in the heart's gloom,

They cut any new image,

They make noise

to outshout any fresh song's poise,

They unleash winds

to wipe away any new footmarks

of a walk with someone new,

They lick the dew

before a new smile

might grace the suffering pile

and admire and embrace

with grace.

You walked away

with a painful sway

away, away

to be happy and gay

with another heart's new ray

and here I lay,

alone, forlorn and at bay

from all that might give a new day,

Because the rotating sharp blades

whirring in the soul's glades

shake me from inside,

I laugh and smile outside

and cry inside,

I should have known 

that flowers come with thorny bemoan,

The petals and smiles are windblown,

But the thorns remain

as hooks

and nightmarish crooks,

piercing your heart

with a poisonous dart,

Keeping you anchored

in a breached, stormed lagoon,

Shines where the broken moon,

You want to escape from it,

but cannot move even a bit,

You have loved so much

and broken to extent such

that now you can't love anymore,

You just love being tossed away from safe shore,

In love you have given your all

that you love only your fall,

Now you take your pain

as a gain,

You walk in the rain

secretly holding your pain

and pass your tears

as a smile that the raindrop bears,

You are drenched with sorrow and pain

and they think it's just rain,

You are trying to manage the pain inside,

The tortuous heave of the tide,

But they think

you are roiling in joyful pink,

That you are laughing

with the soul happily surfing,

You struggle to pull out the thorn,

while your soul and spirit mourn,

The thorn hooked in your heart

which doesn't allow you to part

from the times gone,

Your soul and spirit bemoan

the dreams broken to pieces,

The hook so firmly embedded,

gone so deep

and going still deeper with a bloody creep,

The hook almost a living entity with roots

and offshoots,

It grows to be a dark forest

without any ray,

Its dark nights hold all hopes at bay,

The long dreary nights

with lonely fights,

Its shadows loom so large

as to barge

into your days

chucking out their rays,

Yoru days are eaten

and smile thoroughly beaten,

You are afraid of a lovely smile

and take it as another guile,

You run away

from any new cuddling sway,

You know you are broken within,

And now you can hardly be a mender

of some lovely heart

seeking your company for a new start,

Looking up to you for solace,

love and peace.