Francois Bergh
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Oh, sorrow divine;
You took my last rhyme -
This pain is now mine
To ride for all time…
No bigger a shove
Than misguided love -
To fall from above
As a lightning-struck dove…
The lesson was learned
That once a heart spurned
It will remain burned
And can’t be returned…
So look here no more;
There’s nothing in store -
Just more empty floor
Behind this old door…
Erasure
I cannot be but amazed
At the speed I was erased -
Swept beneath a dirty rug;
The past has been invalidated…
Discharged from you like deadly poison;
Excised like malignant tumors -
Gutted, cancelled, and rubbed out -
My tears – correction fluid…
Lost in time
It’s the long empty summers
That makes winter such a scary place.
Broken hearts and lost relations
Haunts the soul that’s wandering.
Lost, alone, and so confused,
And in a world that’s tumbling down…
The walls of seasons break and crumble
And spring is lost in monotony.
Where pretty flowers were relief,
Now sun-burnt wilting joins the grief.
Blurry skies and cloudless days
Accompany deserted dreams…
And where’s the comfort that have been
The beacon-light of self esteem?
Where’s the rain that once have cleansed
The rosebuds that now gathers dust?
Unplucked, unloved, not needed now (by the idle hearts)
They will remain there ’till they die…
What of the promises you made -
When I was losing against fate?
The things you said you won’t forget;
Protecting love until it’s dead?
Your well worn words are lost in time
And only now their echoes chime…
Something for nothing
Once decided,
I am nothing…
Unseen I cast my eyes away;
Searching for something -
Aiming for nothing -
Dwelling on affinity…
In this emptiness I find my heart -
Trampled-broken, on the floor…
And then, you – standing above it,
Looking down upon it.
As you bend to take it, I see it in your eyes;
Recognition? As you hold it to your chest.
Can you see me?
You can’t – you are not here…
You have never been…
But you look this way and not away,
And I feel new hope in my chest,
A stammering beat…
All the time that must have passed,
And always I have mourned the past,
And here you are, right now, at last -
Holding all I ever had…
Until you turn and walk away,
And I see my heart still on the floor…
