Cold Hard Besting Heart-
O' Tatted heart
often beating and sluggish starts
and muscle tis faults
clogged with hatred scarred with despair
there's no love there
blood that's clear
then turns to black hand held muscle filled
with much hatred
convalescent it's not
along with his mind
there's no trust smooth brain no wrinkles there thoughts-
provoke none, naught do care often guile hatred spins
in the soul of heart
condemning I stand afraid in the glimpse of not
I have a cold hard beating heart
1/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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