Dead Heart

The two hearts were fighting. Other one run away. Other one left. The one whose found there, Is the one whose carried away from there. That happiness heart was no longer there. Thats why there is two river flowing on my right side and left. Those two rivers are from my eyes oceans. Those two oceans carried away water, Because all dyke were broken. Now i can not fly as my wings are broken. I can not even walk as my legs also broken. But now you can only see my mask. But the real one is no more. This heart is just like a picture, Because is no longer live, as it already died. poem by munyai ndidzulafhi patric email.munyaindidzulafhipatric@gmail.com