The heart clutching, throat clinching
pain of having loved something
that never existed
is tremendous to behold.
The heart stopping, breath catching
pain of having lived a beautiful
paradise in which you were a fool
is great in its onset.
The heart wrenching, eye watering
bitter taste of the ugly truth
rips your heart from within.
The gentle veil that has shaded
your eyes, from the harsh bright sun
is torn to parts, shredded,
leaving your eyes smarting
from the force of the truth.
The sharp pain, like a sinking ship,
cracks through the heart; like a whip
of drowning sorrows seeking
to pull you down with it.
It feels like a bubble of sadness
emerging from within the heart;
powerful in its latency,
disturbing in its potency.