The Way My Heart Was Left

In the mist of dawn,

Till evening sets to rise. 

My heart will always be

Beating like a shattered drum.

With no sense of the future

The heart will always be broken

The night is my hero 

To mask emptiness of this solitude.

The silent cries of my soul

Can never be mended 

With swords and arrows 

pierced by my sorrowful heart.

My heart laid down 

battered and scorned

By every inch of the battle hitherto lost.

As this soldier hopes 

With the advent of the morning sun

To mask the embattled misery 

Of a broken-hearted man.

Reviews

[Shelley Warner]

Honest and emotional. Thanks for sharing.

[Jasmin]

Thank you Shelley for the review

[Shelley Warner]

You're welcome

[wordman]

tomorrow is a new day,flow with it

[Jasmin]

Thank you wordman for the review!

[wordman]

you`re welcome