Flaming Thoughts

A web of affection and all life’s beautiful sorrows An assortment of moments that make up all tomorrows Laying broken on the floor Wounded through the core of victory The heart is electrified but broken As flaming thoughts flash through my head The substance of my action Subdued a fraction of my life Even though the knife of deceit was part of the equation! “The heart is the only broken instrument that works” It stretches out in the dark and grabs the soul While it flourishes in the production of words! Far beneath the solid order of man is the reflection of my heart Pain can only last for a season The substance of my action was the reason and Even though the knife of deceit was part of the equation A web of affection and all life’s beautiful tomorrows An assortment of moments that make up all sorrows But the heart does not fear because in reality “The heart is the only broken instrument that works” Mark Frank Copyright 2022