Heart wound.

Heart wound.

I don't know why I penned this.
Perhaps I'm in pain and the hurt makes me
Bleed ink on the page.
Loss of oneself rancors their truth.
Being where not celebrated
makes people mute.
Obviously your not crazy.
She does not love you and
Like a isolated infant you don't
Know what to do.
You don't know what to write.
Why write if your not writing to anyone?
The world is full of lies
but the ground is fair.
People are like gravity and born with
one heart none to spare.
I brace for the waves
of electric fire that
course through my veins.
Everytime a thought of her
invades the walls that are
supposed to protect my brain.
My knees shatter as they meet
The ground under
so, so much weight.
Oh my days I hide from the sun
even moon rays.
I have returned to that dark place
and I don't know why I
penned this.
perhaps I'm in pain and the hurt
makes me bleed ink on the
Page.


Heart wound
by
Wolf the Great