Pains Of The Heart Poem by Strydar Enox

Quicker the beats flow; The perfection of emotion.
Faster its Speed Grows; The signs of love.
More so its warmth shows; a prisoner to the soul.
Rapidly it then jumps; A fright outspoken.

Anger shows, Pain flows, more or less we live to learn.
Only directions our hearts discern.
Pleads of hope, My soul does scream.
Only answered by the emptiness.

Tears once shed now begin anew.
Memories of the past; of things we'd do.
Then the rains begin to fall,
Their clouded burdens my eyes recall.

The beats then flutter; A sign of strife.
Presently they pound; Emotions it brews.
Louder the sound; soon to be released a plague on the mind.
A melody then Realized; it's tuned out of line.

The emotions then thicken, the feelings they sicken,
All of our hearts that seem love stricken.
Each moment we live, felt as if it were a shiv.
That pierced my heart and makes me sick.

Sadness a quarrel, Madness unfurled
Even more moments to cry to the world.
People all die; it's no need to cry
Yet still that doesn't stop the presence of Why?

More so my soul laments.
For the love it complements.
Its mate and companion, its father or son.
Whichever it is It still remains done.

Depression riddance; I wish it would come.
Or More so the will of living on some.
Such dark thought now clash in my mind.
It make be on the morrow my corpse they may find.

The Rains they have fallen, their waters now purge.
Out of my heart the people we deserved.
Their clouds murky black; their waters of death,
More so they fall tears take all my breath.

Now so I cry, My loved one has died.
And with them they took This cold heart of mine.
No so I sit, Emotionless
And wait for the one to heal me of pains.

To you I look up, from here I want up.
Have you come to thus raise it up?
My emotions Now tingle only slightly a jingle
And my heart beats again for one last lap.