I break my heart
Every time I see you leave.
I break my heart
Every time I see someone grieve.
I break my heart
Every time I can’t forgive my mistakes.
I break my heart
Every time I give whatever it takes.
I break my heart
Whenever I see innocent children slaughtered.
I break my heart
Whenever I hear an injustice ordered.
I break my heart
Whenever I hear that people have suffered.
I break my heart
Whenever someone doesn’t accept what I offered.
I break my heart
At the same time that I take heart.
I break my heart
At the same time that I lose heart.
I break my heart
At the same time I find my heart.
I break my heart
At the same time I forgive my heart.
What is it that breaks my heart?
Lost love and abandoned hopes.
What is it that breaks my heart?
Missed chances and desperate folks.
What is it that breaks my heart?
Misplaced frustration and rage.
What is it that breaks my heart?
Ignorance dominating the sage.
All this and more breaks my heart.
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Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Ron
but I understand where you're coming from.
Love ya!
Jane