The Sound of One Heart Breaking

**I had previously published this at a different venue. But given the nature of the posts that have been going up lately, I thought it would only be appropriate to share it here. :) Oddly enough, I wrote this after watching Moulin Rouge for the nth time, empathizing with Christian, the idealistic bohemian poet whose heart had been broken.**1/18/08**

The sound of one heart breaking

is enough to drown out

the loud cheers of jubilation,

or that of an airborne aircraft

zipping into oblivion.

It’s enough to keep you sane

yet at the same moment,

succeed in convincing you that

the world has turned topsy turvy

and everyone else has gone astray

It can be likened to the feeling

of falling into nothingness

when you slip from the Great Climb

That bone-chilling dread

of fear and failure

sneaking into your body

from the excesses of your limbs

as you spiral into the depths below.

It's a combination

of muted whispers and anguished tears

of spine-chilling memories that wake you

in the dead of the night

screaming, wailing, pleading for no more

and yet

even the darkness is not enough

to fill the void of what had been lost

nor savour what once had been.