If you get to get inside
Can you really stay?
'Cause it's so dark,
You can't really have your way
My heart can be likened to a bowl,
A deep, dark and heavy bowl
That controls the actions from my soul
Pivotal to the life of my marrows and bones
My heart is like a room
Filled with bones of my cadavers
The sight is scary and unappealing
Got poems on the walls, so appalling
If you know my heart's status
Would you like to hang around?
I try to cover it up all the time
But, I wonder if you'll stay around
I know I've got a great image
But, my hard work to cover my heart
And Providence seems to get that
The world is different inside
My heart lusts, has murderous intents
My heart kills, and holds grudges
My heart questions God, and wants to go astray
My heart is lifted up, and never wants to bow
My heart is fragile but rigid
My heart fails and gets wounded
My heart is not what you could dream of
My heart, is a deep, dark bowl.
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DARK BOWL CALLED 'HEART'
PoetryJust poems that express my deep, dark heart....though I got illuminated by Christ's Light.
