My heart. The beat of my soul. Irregular at best. They tried to repair it but it is beyond broken, it is shattered into a thousand pieces. Ripped out. Shoved in. Stabbed. Shot. Squeezed so hard until all the blood is gone.
My heart. A memory of times past. Full of love. Full of joy. Full of smiles. The you, your you took that all away. Now there is nothing left but dust. A powdered memory. Why did you take my heart and destroy it. Your ill will and snake fate, took my heart and threw it away.
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Author:
Lady Lilliann (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2025 11:05
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem expresses the current state of my heart. Speaks to the trauma in my life and the feelings that I have.
- Category: Reflection
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A discarded heart is a heart in pain, expressed very well in this write. Hopefully time will heal.
Thank you for your comment. I used to write all the time, then life happened. Iām pushing to get back to the real me.
Keep pushing, and You are very welcome
I thank you for acknowledging me. Being present but yet absent, is a difficult space to live in. Thank you again.
Very welcome
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