My Fractured Heart has seen much Dismay & Despair. Can't manage to see another Friend fade away over here.
I'm not anyone's Hero, though some call me so. Feel more like a Hollow Zero, vacant & empty the in middle.
My Broken Heart is in Ashes on the floor. My Angry, Dark Heart sees no Good anymore.
My Sad, Broken Heart has lost its way... Black, Dark, Angry Heart looks like it's here to stay.
May Calm subdue my Angry Heart & Peace Light up the way. May the Creator look down upon my Black, Dark, Angry Heart & make me put IT away.
And plant the Seed to grow a Strong Heart... ere comes the Second Wave.
By M.W. Lemongello
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