HEART

There is so little left

A thin thread of what used to be

A metaphorical throb

A pulse long depleted

By unnecessary beatings.

FROWN

You laugh and say that I don't smile,
You're right, I'm sorry, It's been a while.
In the smoke poor quality music plays
And I find myself in later days
Transposed from blessed times
Into days of morbid rhymes
And I am a frown;
Turned upside down
By doubt, fear and memories.
All will be well.
Don't descend into my hell.
Don't worry, leave me be -
There is a light before me
And to it I am drawn...
It is the dawn and when it breaks
Then I will smile.

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