Of my freshly perished heart
Which lived only to die in vain;
Today, beneath the bitter earth,
I'll entomb each frail particle
Alongside its memories of pain
Under a blanket of doleful weight
Crushing its custodial outer shell,
Fortitude would draw its final breath;
Offering naught but tender affections,
Repudiation from sources extrinsic
Spurs this organ to quick, muted death
Farewell, my sorrowful, forsaken entity;
May the pulsations once subsisting you
Coagulate as eerie weeping dies down...
I'll beseech heaven to guide your way,
Uttering prayers for peaceful resurrection
To smooth away your etched, eternal frown
As terminal rhythms thrum incessantly,
My only reminder of advancing expiration,
Strangled whispers confer upon you peace...
Hollowed to a world once embracing me,
Hands grip serrated shards, piercing until
Suffocated by grief, this life will cease.


This piece captured me from the title right on down to the very last word and as usual I am left in awe by your amazing way in which you make us feel with every stroke of your pen. Just like Pandora's Box, we must never give up hope and with hope our faith will stay strong. Your writing shows me a woman of great faith and to me that says you still have hope. I want to thank you for sharing this masterpiece with all of us. I'm happy that I finally got to stop by one of your works. I will try not to be away too long next time. As usual a standing ovation for you my dear sweet friend to go along with my applauses. Keep it flowing. Love and God bless, Joyce










. Good job and keep up the good work 









Great job with this poem though.












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