Damaged Goods

A poem for the emotionally bruised

For every tawdry word that is spoken

   Whether ill willed or with good intent

No matter the outcome , a heart is broken

   Useless emotional energy spent

Scars linger on a broken heart

  As a token to remind

That someones world has been ripped apart

  When you left this heart behind

I hung on every word you said

   From the noose of a love that's blind

Heart mangled ,torn, and left for dead

   Cursed be the rope that binds

My heart begs for resolution

   Some symbol of atonement

Disemboweled by the restitution

   A heart caught up in the moment

Although this heart has been bruised

   Strongest muscle has been adjusted

An injury brought on by being used

   For that , I am disgusted

Plagued by my own self abuse

   Trapped helpless in the woods

Does this heart serve any further use

   Or am i just damaged goods...

  

Author's Note

reviews welcome