the heart

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tree branches were swaying

screaming her cries in the wind

never listening to what she was saying

in a world where everyone had sinned

she lost her way on the stairs

that the angels had laden with prayers

inside that horrid hateful day

where all color had turned to gray

perhaps the heart fell through the hole

gouging her miserable mattress

crushed on the floor

in that room which had no door

with no one she could trust

battered with blood and deceit

her long painful walk

tattered the shoes on her feet

trapped inside the mirrors

imprisoned by faces in masks

pretending to smile back

in the frigid frightening cold

where she was left alone

to grow old

living in lies trampling her tears

far, far beyond her years

 

 

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About echowood628

Let me start by saying I have been involved in creative endeavors my entire life. I began playing the piano at age two, composed my first song at age four, and ever since have spent almost every day spending hours allowing my fingers to dance across my keyboard. Composing music for the piano gave me a place to heal and find peace. An art major in college I focused on drawing and figure drawing and I also enjoy oil painting and watercolors. I have always enjoyed poetry and more recently started writing poems and enjoying the freedom and limitlessness of expressing my heart with paper and ink. I am divorced with two grown children. My daughter is a published author and my son is attending college majoring in zoology.
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One Response to the heart

  1. ontheplumtree says:

    Such a sorrowful post. It expresses what cannot be spoken.

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