Scared Heart

Cutting yourself with pieces of glass

Cuts on my hands and the mark on the my heart

I lie on my blood stain bed

My heart weeping out blood through my veins



I drank my tears for my scarful soul

I scared my heart with the blade of hope

My scared heart, ripped apart

Smoked my head with a hand full of weed



Torchured and humiliated by the world

Broken down on the ground

Eaten up by the Gods

Not even loved by the whores

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Afzal Shauq's picture

again a good and perfect poem.. I mean that you are really very good poet and have command on it...so do more..this will good for you... your ideas and subject are interesting and impressive