I'm a coffin here in the ground
Dark and gloom surround the surface of my insides
A person with a once happy life lies asleep within
Right below my wooden skin
Hard and strong appear
But look deeper into the patterns of my grain
A life of trials and suffering is there
Into the life of the once happy person;
Joy was near to her heart
Beause her heart she gave away
Her once happy life ended with her heart given back
Unloved but not unlived she was then
Now she rests her deep within
Never to be seen again
these poems have broken rhythme. Is this intentional?