This Heart of Mine
My heart is simply an allie to my body, but to me its no more than a foe.
So much grief and agony is caused by this organ, how do I know?
Such a broken vessel no wonder why there’s so much pain.
What a pitty I schmuck seeing what remains from my clogged veins.
How can I live with this heart of mine?
How can I get over this heart of mine?
I hate what it chambers hold,
Unforgettable things are what’s told..
There’s no secret that lies in there.
Sometimes its more than what I can bare.
Its crazy how my life can be affected by an organ that’s the size of my fists.
All the pain and memories I must say do have a sweet bitter twists.
Its all I know from my foe. Other sweet memories and lullabies don’t exist.
Violin symphony sweeps through the air in a grave yards mist.
Ceiling beauty in the red ruby roses are what shadows my eye.
Twas this beating unforgiving heart is what led me to die.
(8)
I had a moment of weakness where I reopened past pain and memories. I blamed my heart for being the center and the glue to all of everything that I've ever felt and experienced in my life. I believed that it was the reason why I can't forgive or to forget my past experiences and memories, and eventually that it would be the death of me. I really appreciate the symbolism I've put into this poem. I hope that you enjoy it just as much as I have.
