Poetry and a Broken Heart
The Act of Breaking Open
A Broken Heart.....
A broken heart has no repair as it floats aimlessly through space, detatched, desserted, desensitized, no home base, no resting place.
And what shall be said of its decayed sister womb that bled out in blazoned tears, as it was vigorously ripped from its corpse, lacking purpose all these years? Alas, just another useless part one can exist without; this I say to you, please have no doubt.
And to you my beloved children, once innocent, now casualties of war, how dare you choose to add suffering to an already festering sore! Now, this evil legacy will span another generation or more !
So, castigate me and throw me away for I can hurt no more....