Where does the broken heart go?
Somewhere hiding in the depths below
Living as a mere vacant shadow
Adhered to the floor and baseboards solo
Spine backed into the crevice of a corner
Slouched over, head in knees, like a mourner
No longer them self, once considered a charmer
Alone again in anguish, conquered
Wait; there’s another teary eye to cling to
”I know I can make it much better for you”
”Let me hold your hand to get you through”
Where a broken heart heads to, in lieu
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 
everything in life appears in your knowing,
keep writing, love it.
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I wish that were true. I just seem to have a lifetime of experiences I’ve been able to write about. Thanks Jingle.
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Where a broken heart heads to, in lieu… clever phrase, and the perfect expression of a rebound. Hey, we all have them over the years…
The broken heart simply goes on, right? Nicely done, Michael. Amy
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Thanks Amy, I always appreciate your comments and yes the heart goes on…Smiles…
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I think this one is my favorite from whatever I’ve read from you! I love the emotions and the question most of all- Where does the broken heart go? How many times I’ve wondered about it …
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I really appreciate that! Thanks.
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I particularly love the first stanza…
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Thanks for the comments and for stoping by.
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I really like the way this is written. The images are wonderful, especially the description of the broken heart along the floor and in the corner. Very vivid and apt description of the way it feels.
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Thank you very much. thanks for stopping by and commenting.
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Excellent description of reaching out to someone after someone else has broken your heart; a rebound. Well done.
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Thank You.
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this poem is lyrical for a song. It actually has rap appeal. I don’t know if you feel flattered by that. But some rap is awesome. and I feel this one.
I like it alot.. thanks michael
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Like all types of music there is good and bad. I don’t mind at all. Thanks for taking the time to comment and for the visit.
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Love the ending…
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You Too? smiles…
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For a good writer (which you are), everthing in life is grist for the mill. Sad, but lovely the way you’ve written this.
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Thanks and the feeling is mutual.
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“Spine backed into the crevice of a corner”. Powerful and expresses so eloquently the feeling of despair.
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Thanks for your visit and comment.
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beautiful.
🙂
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From first line to the last, simply loved it….
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It’s a universal question we all need to ask ourselves sometimes.
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Beautifully done.
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Again thanks for the ping back.
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And thank you. Somehow, your poem seemed to echo some of the sentiments I was writing about today. This is the first time I’ve used that pingback “thingy”. I’m glad it was you. 🙂
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I haven’t tried it yet. I did use a link once. Don’t remember what I did though.. lol
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awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww how sweet is that!!!! uhm are you one of the profitteers thoguh/ THAT is the question 😛 lol
cool one Boo, love it 🙂
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I was their phone room manager for years. Never read for anyone; just made the appointments and ran the cards.
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Excellent poem the ending really touched me =)
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We always seem to want to latch onto the broken wing to forget our own hurt feelings; usually with the same result as the previous relationship.
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Wistful and melancholy with a hint of hope. I loved it. 🙂
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Thanks Rigel. Appreciate the comment and the visit.
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Back again from Bodhirose’s link to see which one she was referring to. Such a poignant and authentic piece. We are getting close to this, eh? Such is life …
Have a fine day, Michael. Hope you are staying cool there …
Jamie
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SoCal Is beautiful! The valley’s are hating life, but here on the beach the weather is heaven sent.
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