there is no cure for this aliment
there can be no help for my lament
time can not heal these wretched scars
for times the one who carved them in my heart
these wounds stitches can not mend
this message the universe does send
that there is no easing my aching now
for shattered lying broken it my heart
no bandages nor gauze can stop the pain inside
there is nowhere in this world I can now hide
there is nowhere I can find relief
for there is nothing but shards in my heart
now that its been torn apart
YOU ARE READING
Book of poems and thoughts
RandomWhat comes from my heart finds its way to the page. I started this back in 2014 as a kid. I cringe a bit but couldn't bring myself to delete it. Maybe will add to it over the years.
