My unlucky heart
Keeps rolling on thorns
That pierces deep in
Blood oozing out
So much hurt
The strength it can't gain
It pains
And weaken the loving spirit
It has been a tendency
Like I have been set up
There were no thorns here
It was all clear
With no creeping bushes
When I came here
Only few steps I took in
I was pierced and hurt
I try to go somewhere
To get some comfort
Yet I get pierced
On the same place
My body too weak
My mind goes insane
My heart keeps on hurting
This pain won't cease
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Author:
Robert Isaacs Chiwala (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 11th, 2022 00:17
- Category: Love
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Comments1
(if you had ended your poem on:
'this pain won't cease'
I would have favourited this poem
but those last three lines
were not needed I felt
a little - too, repetitive
in poetic art
as in most of life, less
is more)
saying all that, i still think
this is a great write!
with a little refinement
this may be the best work I have read from you
'yet'
and that's saying a lot, dear Poet
thanks for sharing
Dear poet thank you such reflective analysis...that is very true I think I should rework on that part...
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