The Fort of Uselessness

I am fifteen

The heart protects

With it’s wall

Made of

Stoic and stone

The feelings of others

Penetrate

The heart is

Weak.

 

Fortitude is lost

Forever trying

Forever failing

Never interested

In what it can do

To prevent but

Always fails

The layer becomes

Permeable

The heart is

Weak.

 

Foreign and infective

Like bacteria in the blood stream

Killing and murdering

The feelings

The others that tie

That bind until

You are

No more

The cruelty and hurt

After the sporadical bliss

Breaks the understanding

The wall returns

Waiting to be broken again

The heart is

Weak.

Reviews

[Kelley Pascoe]

This was very beautiful! But it was a very sad poem too. Great write!!! Thanks for sharing.
Kelley Frost

[Legion]

So true. Good write. If you truly are fifteen, you have a great start on a life of great writing. Kudos.