Fragments of my heart

 

 

Scooping up the dyed pieces dried stiff,

From the burning sun that is yet young,

Swift time command that nothing be lost,

And took faith to where the wind has blown.

 

Our dreams and hopes away from the course,

To collect all the fragments our thoughts own,

In burning pain, when residue silence eclipse,

The forlorn path our marred visage has worn.

 

We look at defeat with pools of citadel eyes,

Arch back determine to complete the sentence,

And remember how love was like a daunting quiz,

Where youthful time and words made no sense.

 

And having found too, my heart was broken,

Just as those brunt pieces became blunt,

I stoop to mend, in borrowed feelings began,

Slowly to collect the fragments of my heart.

 

And close emotions where other doors open,

For a new entrance into my shrouded soul,

Betrayal bruises the air with every breath taken,

Fragments of our lives throughout the world.

 

Trail with participle phrase and Reciprocate, 

Against the wretched barriers and angry fire,

In lonely afterthought every pain fixes the subordinate,

Until winding time became the only obvious healer.