Shattered Disposition

 

If these tears were raindrops in the evening,

Then it would soak a lifeless garden to life. 

If this tongue was a sword,

Then it would pierce through the devil's chest till he goes back down to hell.

If this mind was a canvass,

Then it would be a blank space waiting for the artist's first brush stroke.

If this heart was a mirror,

Then I'd be bleeding picking up my reflection on the floor.

Sailboat

 

Sailing and sailing

In the darkness I'm wailing

Waves crashing and rumbling,

As my tears drove this ink to writing

Please, send help, my heart is aching

Oh, my Lord, will you stop the breaking?

Take me home, with these pieces I'm giving

Take them back, will you start the mending?

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I wrote this piece with pen and paper on my hand translating my heartfelt emotions as I gazed through the empty ocean horizons. I felt my heart broken over again at that moment and so I feel the need to let it all out through writing.