A Broken PoetA Poem by Nadia VincentA broken heart can do no harm to a poet’s hand So far away it’s from his burning mind Removed from all of that he’s feeling He weeps at a single reminder of the one who isn’t here And with a pen dipped in his tears He writes away, uncaring of the clock, unmindful of candles burning low His grief so passionate, so true His hand so subtle and so sure He bares his soul for her to see Painted with every word is him, without her near At reading his words would she ever weep, hang her head in shame If she’ll ever read those words at all Unmindful of his situation, she’s moved on And so the subtle hand keeps writing The broken heart no longer pumping © 2010 Nadia VincentFeatured Review
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12 Reviews Added on August 15, 2010 Last Updated on August 15, 2010 AuthorNadia VincentLondon, United KingdomAboutI have been known to pass my time attempting to scribble words in hopes of putting half decent sentences together and attempting to capture my world through the lens of a camera. more..Writing
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