They say I have gone mad
Roaming the streets again
Calling his name again
What do people know
of a woman’s heartache?
I stumble on their scoffs
Their whispers wish me away
They say if one is gone
Find another one
What do people know
of a woman’s heartache?
A lady tells her friend,
Come look,here she comes again
Wandering the streets again
Spreading roses
Dressed in white like a bride
like a morning breeze in May
Her hope is a curse
She knows it all too well
Her majestic sorrow
Fills the air with violin chants
She’s calling his dear name again
They say she has gone mad
But madness is love
When love is lost
I know the heartache of a woman.
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This is beautiful, I love the imagery. I feel like you used just the right amount of words and describers. It’s almost lyrical.
When love is lost, we sometimes feel that our reason for living is gone.
I really like the repetition, ….here she goes again…roaming the streets again…calling his name again….It really sets up the seemingly endless cycle of not being able to get over an emotion. Really nice job. Enjoyed reading it.
Thank you for all the flattering comments, I appreciate the fact that you took the time to share your feedback,this is based on a true personal experience…sometimes it is hard for me to revisit the poem,but I am happy that someone enjoyed it.
Thanks again!