Once


The doors are locked
windows too
guard's are firmly in place
no-one can get in, not even YOU.

Innocence once lived inside the guarded space
Trust and laughter as well
now it's a dead wasteland
With anger, mistrust, burning hotter then hell

A caring kind heart
once had you
Now it's an empty space
guarded, hard, hollow and blue.

8/4/19



Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-08 at 02:58

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Unfortunately that is the world today. Nicely done.
2019-04-09



Familiar with the emotions and sensations of this poem. Vividly and effectively expressed.
2019-04-09