Heartbroken
Thee hollow heart
Solemnly thee hurt
Profoundly crack
Outerly whack
Soreness and pierced
Crimsoness and bad shaped
Alas, covered
With blood
Gushing
Misting
Bleeding
Feeling it and seeing it
It's leaking
Shattering
Broken into pieces
Going apart
Oh Sorry , it's a broken heart.
Yes, it's my broken heart
Which its life cut short
By the feeling of love and lust
Now feeling lost and thrust
As if the world is not enough
Not enough to live for both
Its Shutting down with sound sleep off
For a while or never alive
No matter how it strive
Its very hard to survive
With the ache and pain
It can't sustain or maintain
Not the reoccurrence but agony in me
It's fact to deny you and me
And accept the broken in me
The broken pieces that live in me.
©Pharouk Damilola
