I wrote this poem in fifteen minutes. It was like a little spark of the moment. It might be good, it might not be good. But I leave that to the readers.
Dedication to Cataclysm_ for the book cover(the real cover which you get when you search up the book).
The cover on the side is by @lunaishi. The cover really sets the mood for the words to be read ahead and I really love it.
STORY OF ME HEART
Thorns on hands,
Spikes on feet,
Hot searing metal bands,
And the lash and the beat.
Peeling of the skin,
From the flesh of the palm,
Pricking of the pin,
Try to break my calm.
Tied up in rope,
So upright and tight,
Leaving no scope,
For bits of fight.
But this pain is nothing,
With time I grow hard.
Itching is what it's seeming
Now, when the time has gone past.
The Core becomes cold,
I feel no feels no-more.
A monster is born aboard,
Weeping feels like whore.
The sheath soft as rose once,
Is now hard as steel,
The stupidity and munce,
Is the past's reel.
Torture, is what you think,
But you don't know
It has what that made me blink
To see the change did I undergo.
This is the story of thee,
Broken and shambled into part,
This is not the story of me,
But the story of 'me' heart.
Please comment and vote, I don't want to be writing for imaginary readers,
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Story of Me Heart
PoesiaHighest rank #89 Poetry(Old, universal ranking system) This is not a romantic poetry collection, but rather a collection of poems with moral sense depicting the reality within the un-confined spaces of a stanza. Credit to @Cataclysm_ for the amazin...
