The Temple of Heartbreak

    18-Apr-2020
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  Akash Yanglem
Tears streaming down his face
Breaths in short, rapid gasps
Hands working furiously,
Heart beat pounding
Slashing away
Angry words in black ink on
Pure white paper.
 
Sweat beads his forehead
Anguish in his eyes
Words on his lips
And agony in his heart.

Up, down, the words are slashed
Big angry strokes of pain
Sometimes, the paper recoils
Tearing under their anguish
The very air cringes from him
Writing in aching, heart breaking sympathy.

Eyes black as midnight
Shining with the radiance of a thousand
Fiery stars
Now blurred…
With the mists of misery.

And…
If you step closer
And care to look at the words
What you will see is sure
To break…
Your heart.

Your eyes will fill
Your hands will tremble
Your shoulders will shake
And you will bow your head
In obeisance
At…
The temple of heartbreak.