The Heart never heals
Along the spiderwebbed cracks
Traversing from front to back.
Stitches with steel,
Radiating like a broken wheel.
The Heart oozes like rust
Along stitched cracks that does not feel.
The Heart oozes with distrust
When gone is the lust
And what is left is just
The lingering husk of us.
The Heart never heals
It bleeds upon the Wheel of Time.
Tangled in the threads that binds.
Momentarily bereft
As we bind the pieces that are left.
The Heart never heals
While the hurt it feels.
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By: PDONEIL
June 23 2020
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