Consequences Poem 6

Consequences

 

I have held my heart

Up and out of my body

For the whole world to see

I have tried to give it

Easily, Coyly

At a distance

I have given it gladly

Had it stolen away

I seem to grow another

Too easily perhaps

My hearts span the globe

carried by people who didn’t want them

Abused them, used them

Didn’t care about them but took them anyway

Taken by people with kind smiles

Hiding bitter souls

Neglecting their promises

Seems my hearts were never given

To the deserving

Or the righteous

They were given to the the ones

Who stabbed my back

And pierced my dignity

My hearts are scattered

Dashed, betrayed

Sacked, pillaged

Taken away

Guess They

Must have needed them

For something

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