This Heart
This wretched heart holds ambivalence
It cares not for malice or pain
Lurching prodigally towards desire
Without care for consequence
This hearts craving leads the way and hence
It stands to have little to gain
On it's way to perdition and fire
Where the breaking will soon commence
For now this heart is safe on its fence
Stoic for iniquity's feign
Introspection will prove a liar
What a unique set of events
I doubt none as such has happened since
This heart compelled to feel such pain
But dismayed, it's need vexingly dire
And it's depth runs deep and intense
Copyright © Shannon Fletcher | Year Posted 2010
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