THE WOUNDED HEART - POEM

 BY: AMARACHI CYNTHIA

 

 

Heart bent out of Shape
Looks much like a torn cloth Doll
Its fragile tissues, torn into Shreds
The feelings abused, mangled the Heart

Soft, salty tears frequent the Face
Haunted memories, longing to Forget
Dwelling in secret trauma, yet too evident to be Hidden
Filled with scars and Regrets

Living in a state of emotional purgatory
Trying to block the Pains
Every other feeling dies with It
Making sure nothing moves Me

I assure everyone i am Fine
But wild nights leaves me Empty
I ease a sigh Inside
As i turn into a pillow and feign a Sleep

The real me, have been cut Off
My heart wrapped in a suit of Armor
Alienated by pains and secret Struggles
Lonely, empty and Touched

Voices from past, haunt the middle Nights
Images floats around my Mind
Building a wall of protection, now a Prison
Trapped in a silent cell and wrapped in some invisible Cloak.

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