I wanted to fix the shattered heart
That they put on that treacherous display
But I had a hard time playing my part
When I can't even get in a say
They set out on a course of harm
As they decided to scar this heart
This is well over a cause for alarm
As they planned to scar from the start
I couldn't even yell a faint cry
As they tore and mocked it
It's like I'm telling myself a lie
As the heart withstands hit after it
They managed to crack its wall
And shatter it piece by piece
They have met their unvirtuous goal
And the holder has no peace
It's sad that I was quiet
When it was my own heart
There's nothing left to lie with
As I finally try to play my part
YOU ARE READING
Elements of My Soul
PoetryWell, I managed to get off my butt and type up the poem collection I probably wrote months ago. Hopefully, you guys enjoy what I have written, and I hope you have a good time reading it. These poems were the works of my hands, brain, and soul, and...
