A Broken Heart

See it's victim in pain and suffering
It's wall fell like that of Old Jerico
It's flesh cut, it's beat irregular
It bleeds day and night
It calls,always, for help
Sorrow is it's other name
Crying is it's closest friend
In darkness it sleeps
In agony it awakes
In fear it lives
A day is like a month
A month like a year
and a year like eternity




Poetry by Okuola Paul Abiola
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Written on 2007-03-16 at 10:27

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nature
beautifull
2007-03-16


penfold18
Excellent in every way , so descriptive one can almost feel its pain , just beautiful.
2007-03-16