Heartache

Not ever, ere, has heartache been

a deep and fiery devil “thing”

that leaves the soft and gentle

prone on the floor of death.

But the soft and gentle rise again

to view the floor with different eyes

and run, oh, yes, as best they can

from the dastardly.

It’s in that run that happenstance

leads them on and into

a wild and ferocious jungle

that harbours memories.

No run can ever beat the times

when heartache tripped the fleet of foot

who by the grace of mind states

had missed the hazardous.

Though risen from the floor of death

and adept at fighting jungles

now searches all the gentle, soft,

for joy that one day disappeared.

Now joy’s akin to devil “things”

that plays all day catch if can

and taunts and goads the innocent

into a game that never ends.

There they go, here they come,

searching for what can’t be found

because heartache burns the best of life

and throws ash into the winds of time!