That Dying Heart

There’s a shattered, broken part

Of someone’s rent and dying heart,

Bring hammers, nails and screws to use

To repair, not worsen or abuse,

That broken part,

That dying heart.

 

For today I had played a part,

Turned uncaring from that dying heart,

For I in unfairness, brazenly used

Words in anger and words abused,

And broke a part

Of that dying heart.

 

I learned then to never play a part

Breaking or creating a dying heart.

I found a chart of many glues to use

To repair things broken and abused

To fix that broken part

Of a rent and dying heart.

 

Learn to never in anger burst apart

Or shatter or break a dying heart.

Learned I then, no tools or glues

Or none else can be ever used

To full repair a broken part

Of a shattered dying heart