At Fault

No longer able to place the blame in someone elses' hands.

I concealed my heart in concrete

to protect it from the world,

but it couldn’t stand a chance against

the earthquake that was planned to come.

For something so easily broken,

you would think it would be an easy repair.

Not a bandage or glue or masking tape

can fix the damage that has been done.

But this is not about the heart anymore

It is about the distruction.

Who dare have a soul

cold enough to watch this organ perish?

I can blame every living being

and still not feel at ease.

I know the hand that

crushed my heart

is attached to my wrist.

And the earthquake that shakes my world

was formed by my rage.

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think. Thank You

Reviews

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

For something so easily broken,
you would think it would be an easy repair.
Not a bandage or glue or masking tape
can fix the damage that has been done.

.................a good write. I like your wordings again. Be continue your writings. My best wishes for ever dear.

[reflectingus]

Greatly expressive, words are heavy, totally heartfelt. I love how you described the fragility of a heart. Good job :)

[Distant horizons]

Heartfelt and painfully hones words, beautifully written. sometimes we can be our own worst enemies. beautiful write.

[DarkShines]

Fantastic read I must say. Powerful, deep and dark. I very much enjoyed it.