A heart weathers well bitter, cold disdain

before abuse impedes its stalwart beat

It soon reverses bent from boon to bane

to see it through the pain of gross deceit


Deranged behavior drawn from cruel life

begets more cruelty from sullied springs

more aged than epochs of human strife

sufficient poison for barongs and slings


The pain’s importance creates the riddle

What kind of mind enjoys the hurt proposed

to puncture the heart's quick in its middle

where softness is greatest and exposed


For those who have lost feeling by degrees

Inflicting pain is their ingrained disease

  • Author: George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2017 08:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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