The Sound (Poetry, Rough Draft)

 

you can hear it, sometimes

when a heart breaks

 

at night, especially, while the world sleeps

you can hear it, sometimes

 

tear drops striking against a lonely pillow

lost in softness, but leaving stains

the clock taping out 2 and 3 and 4

and no other ears awake

a moonlit sky swallowed up by clouds

wishful gold consumed by somber grey

 

and in those quiet times,

it seems so loud, the sound it makes

 

but amidst the fervor of day

the sound, the light, the movement

as the world goes its ways

it’s almost lost,

 

that sound it makes,

when a heart breaks

 

but it lingers still, and when the quiet comes,

so comes it to,

that sound, that sound it makes

never relents, never retreats,

never

fades

to silence

 

never, that sound

when a heart breaks

~ by brokenrazor on August 14, 2008.