HEART

HEART

A Poem by Phil Roberts

This old heart has been riven
With cracks and fissures
And crumbling dust has been shed
And the healer did not heal me
So I molded and shaped my heart
Into a rolling stone
Free to go where it pleases
And impervious to pain
In theory, at least

                            By Phil Roberts

© 2015 Phil Roberts


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Phil Roberts
Phil Roberts

macclesfield, north-west, United Kingdom



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I'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..

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