Hardly Or Purposely Bereft

I’m plundered by my lack of will And, all my timid thought The life I lead is time-to-kill I feel my conscience rot My heart had planted empathy But, thorns would grow and thrive And now, they get the best of me I’m hardly still alive The flesh it felt, my heart replaced But, you won’t see me grieve For now, you know: I’m doubly-faced And, all I built will leave Instead of lust for Love or fear I’m purposely bereft Although I hear Her in my ear My will to try had left...