The ripsaw
Yearns for my heart
Rugged and rusted
To tear me apart
But I deflect
Cutting to be undone
Steel woven
In mighty bone
An indestructible temple
With a soul
That is all alone
The ripsaw
Comes to make me dead
But I have not bled
Nor will I
My broken heart - sequestered
In it's stone home
Please
Move swiftly away
Leave me alone
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A/N:
After a decade, I just added the word 'sequestered' to this poem, no other changes. Did this make it better? Or should I have left it alone?
Always Curious,
-DarthPadre
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