Pieces of Me

The heart is not stone and therefore we suffer more...

Tethered,
Tortured,
Treason-torn,
Burned,
Beleaguered,
Battle-worn.
Lifted high to face the fall
Without the strength to bear it all.

For delicate glass my body became
And shattered on impact along with
my name.


Lost,
Lamenting
Lamb of love.
Fallen,
Forsaken
Flightless dove.
Shedding hopes like autumn leaves
And shredding dreams the glass heart weaves.

A decaying poison the heart does endure
When the guard of the heart is
no longer sure.


Wandering,
Weary,
Will so weak.
Scarred,
Severed,
Struggle to speak.
Fractured dreams and ravaged core
Like fallen trees flourish no more.

But my soul be not tainted by hatred's curse,
For a life without you is a fate
far worse.


Troubled,
Tested,
Tired of tears.
Haunted,
Hurt,
Hounded by fears.
Trying to stand on shaky legs
And the taste of joy is but the dregs.

Let my soul be the phoenix, in ashes it dies
And in fiery fury again
shall it rise.

Reviews

[terry smith]

To put it simply...BEAUTIFUL!!

[Loveless]

nicely writein good job :)