Shattered…

Source: We Heart It

What becomes of a heart

when it is no longer

needed…

wanted…

cared for…

 

It goes on beating

day after day 

doing the job of

keeping the body

alive…

 

Yet…

 

the soul is dying

with each beat

the spirit is shattered

into a million brittle

shards

 

Can it not feel the pain?

 

Or…

 

Does the innate need

of keeping a single body

battered…

broken…

shattered…

alive at all cost

keep it beating 

long after every

fiber of the being 

is screaming

 

STOP

 

© 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

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