Just For You Poetry

Dramamine to help relieve
the sickness I've endured.
My broken heart was just the start
of this illness I've procured.

Skewered, yes, and nothing less
than what you planned, I fear.
With my stomach knotted, my love's allotted
to the nothingness of your sneer.

Help me if you think you can,
or leave me by the roadside, dead.
"It's all the same," - my mantra, mumbled.
Never again; my heart's been bled.


"It's all the same," is all that's said.

Dramamine.. i had to look it up Richard and it hasn't helped your sickness, a wonderful metaphor you have used.

What a dreadful ache you have, love is like that sometimes..it hurts and "never again" becomes the mantra .

Nothing worse then a broken heart...It steals your soul..life has many agonies...a poignant write...Rose

A very moving poem. Perfect words to describe a broken heart.

A sad and moving poem dear Richard - - hearts that get broken are ever too painful to fathom. Much to think on in this powerful verse.

A poignant piece in which the loss is keenly felt. There is such grief
and sadness within your words.