March of a Wounded Heart
Eloping from grief
Away from abysmal soul
Steaming qualms of faith
And breaks open a blackhole
Drowns in misfortune
Into the depths, slowly sinks
With clogged emotions
Life's tether is on the brink
Wounded heart at hand
With fading life drips
Leaks like hourglass sand
Awaits for another flip
Forge ahead it march
With hopes on the other side
Solace in it's grasp
Waiting for soul to confide
Copyright © Jonathan Medida | Year Posted 2014
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