The Heart Is the Only Broken Instrument That Works
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
My heart is electrified but broken.
As flaming thoughts flash through my head
The substance of my action
Subdued a fraction of his 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 his heart
Pain can only last for a season and that which was claimed
As a victory at the time was a channel for a future sacrifice!
The substance of my action
Subdued a fraction of his life
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
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