Shards

I think the poem explains itself.

My heart still beats.
It makes me cry.
The splintering pain seethes in my soul.
I break my own heart.
By refusing love.
And love has broken me.
The shards of my heart are cutting my being.
When will this pain end?
Never.
Unbearable pain fills my tears as I lay in my bed.
Craving that feeling of warmth though the broken cold that works it's way to my heart.
Freezing it in time forever more....

Author's Note

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Reviews

[sharonlee]

You create heartache and pain here clearly and sharply, however I think for stronger impact shorter lines would work well.

"The splintering pain
seethes
in my soul.
I break my own heart."