"Safe"

            "Safe"

 

The door is locked, where love abides.

Allowing no one access...to the inside.

So long closed, rust covers the key.

And moss enwraps...what use to be.

 

Lock covered and stained with age,

Stored safely, within...it's cage.

Pain is locked outside of the door,

Of this heart...that can feel...no more.

 

So long abused, love wept...and cried;

Crawled within...itself...and died.

 

    P&C       Valentine

 

 

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Fantastic write! It surely does unfortunately happen, the heart
will hide, I like the thought moonskittles had that does make
sence, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[~]

A heart that closes within itself- great imagery. It reminded me of the flowers that close at night.
A heart without feelings, is indeed a dead heart.

[Valentine]

In this case, it was so. Then he woke up but it was too late. {A family member and her ex.}

[Kimberly Miller]

Wow, you really dove into the depths of this feeling! Very heart-felt! Thanks for sharing this clearly person poem!

[Valentine]

Not personal ...I rarely if ever write about me personally. Kathie