Wrong Heart

Depth, It bleeds 

Bleeds in the palm of her hands

Choosing to dismiss

What shame did to her face

Sceaming letters

Scar the empty

Cherish the weak 

but forget her plea

She is no specail topic

She is no specail color in the rainbow

She is only the distance star

That was found in the wrong heart

 

Reviews

[Carl]

Anna really liked this piece by you. Sometimes the best poetry has the ,east amount of lines. So much said here in 12 lines of verse. The first image i am left with is of a girl with a broken heart. A girl because of "her" in line two and something that is broken because of "Bleeds" also in line two. This piece has a violent trait to it " See what shame did to her face" But she has lived it so many times,Why would this time be any different? Maybe because his punches went a bit deeper the hurt lasted a little bit longer. We have a glimpse of the issue at the heart of this peice in line five "sceaming letters" Maybe all is not as it appears - Cracks in the relationship an affair a betrayal all because a voice was not heard and listened to. "Forget the plea" a plea to be loved to be noticed we are not told. We know that in the eyes of one she was not special - the topic of talk. She may have been the topic of talk for all the wrong reasons maybe. She has lost her colour - her eys that once gleemed her face alive and bright with the hope of all good things these things no longer burn with the intense passion that they once did. We are told so much in a few lines and i comend you for that. Well done . We are told that she was a star that was found in the wrong heart . Well stars shine in the darkest place and even the smallest light can dispell the dark Keep shining distance star and keep bringing hope to many as you do . Great piece ANNA Inspired .

[Babe Roxx]

A really deep message, yet everyone is unique and special despite any shame or humiliation that one faces.

[larryb]

Long time no see Anna...nice write as always...I hope your year is amazing!!!

[Judas Hammer]

deep exhibition of pain through your piece..

[Seshat Nidaba]

I see little glimmers in your words, "scar the empty, cherish the weak" I like how you string it together, it leaps in a rather illogical fashion, but I find it very evocative.