Godforsaken heart

The story of that godforsaken heart 
was racing through my mind,
for those who do not remember the past 
are condemned to repeat it.
The warmth of the life inside me
it gave strength and comfort
when all seemed lost.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

There are people whose presence wraps our thoughts; they return time and time again, etching your time with them deeper and more precious.

Your poem is beautiful... and certainly not 'lost'.

[alifeacoustic]

Keep that warmth and light running. Beautifully captured words.