An empty hollowed chest
Lays a ghost of a heart inside
It's session was up
The ticking stopped its time
Why did this heart stop maintaining its rhyme?
What had happened,
When was this crime?
Where did the song stop its chorus?
When was her life So darkened
Aren't you curious?
Was it the time
When she lost everyone she knew
Who left her alone
To her thoughts they would accrue
Because someone who is alone
Isn't exactly dead
Just to the people
Who let her tears bled
Who couldn't give a care in the world
On what they would call her
Or if she pleaded to live
But the people would just demur her
She wants to live
But how could she feel alive
If everyone around her
Kept her deprived
From being herself
However that was too strange
She felt like she could fit in
So people called her deranged
She is alive now and will be forever
But there will be no happy beat
Her heart is an empty void
Despite the weight of concrete
The burdensome weight
Of a sorrowful heart
Is there a cure?
will it ever start?
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Poets poetry
PoetryThese are simply random poems. Some may be personal to me but I hope my poetry will help you get through tough times, for it has helped me.
