Preserved

wrap tattered heart in stoic plastic,
smooth the barren earth which you call home
what once you deemed enthusiastic
now grieves beneath your hollow, shattered dome.

so shall the rains unleash your sorrow
wash burden far beyond your lover’s touch
place careful steps, seek fabled tomorrow
for in the end, the hurt won’t hurt so much.

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(Yep, I cheated with the meter. Ha.)

12 thoughts on “Preserved

  1. I wish you well my lady.This poem is entrenched with so much sadness.i could feel it screaming so loudly.Hope you are good and I believe that time brings healing therefore do not push yourself too hard.#concerned friend

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