Heartbreak Poem
I fell in love many years ago with a man who was never faithful. He has moved on many times but still hunts me down every now and then to tell me I was always his best friend. He calls me when he is low and says he still loves me. It is a fleeting moment for him and he disappears without a word as quickly as he appeared. My heart has never healed and moved on. He was the hunter and I was his prey. I sent this poem to him to say he cannot hunt for me again as death came to me by his hands.
The Hunters Call
©
Sherry Hardison
My heart pounding as I hear his hunters call.
I follow the trail of crumbs full
of broken promises, lies, and pain.
Knowing, he has the power to hurt me
over and over again.
Standing before him at his mercy.
Exposed in the light of another day.
Trusting the declaration of his undying
Love for me once more.
I watch in disbelief as he pulls back
into the shadows without one word
Knowing he has taken Aim.
I stand silent, weak and trembling
as I listen to the beating of my own heart.
Numb in that split second to the piercing
of his arrow straight thru my heart.
I quickly fade into the darkness without a word.
Crawling back into my place of shame.
With every beat of my heart, I bleed.
With every tear from my face, I feel
Cold and so alone.
The life drains from my body with every breath.
In my final moment, I wonder if he will feel remorse
And search for me to bury my remains.
I follow the trail of crumbs full
of broken promises, lies, and pain.
Knowing, he has the power to hurt me
over and over again.
Standing before him at his mercy.
Exposed in the light of another day.
Trusting the declaration of his undying
Love for me once more.
I watch in disbelief as he pulls back
into the shadows without one word
Knowing he has taken Aim.
I stand silent, weak and trembling
as I listen to the beating of my own heart.
Numb in that split second to the piercing
of his arrow straight thru my heart.
I quickly fade into the darkness without a word.
Crawling back into my place of shame.
With every beat of my heart, I bleed.
With every tear from my face, I feel
Cold and so alone.
The life drains from my body with every breath.
In my final moment, I wonder if he will feel remorse
And search for me to bury my remains.
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