A Fractured Heart

Pain visits me. Misery

will set me free. My heart

has remained broken for

as long as I remember.

My body has grown cold.

My soul is aging. That will

never get old. My once full

glass has been spilled. Still,

there is little time to kill.

I carry around this weight

that any person would hate.

My heart has been attacked.

Some scars will never heal.

Oddly enough, I can still feel.

Life’s been an uphill battle,

yet, I refuse to hop off of

the saddle. I ride on with

a heart still broken.

I hold onto the words

that were never spoken.

Regardless of all the pain,

I will never curse the rain.