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Poem: Tired, Tattered Heart

Tired, tattered heart
what a journey it’s been.
Anguish wringing from the start,
how was I to know the misery waiting ‘round each bend.

How I wish I could foresee
the future before it’s pass —
alas a mortal hasn’t the key,
to trials in advance.

Trample me no more
take pity on my soul.
My battered heart is sore
and weary from merciless toll.

Please release me from your hold
I can stand no more I shout.
My exhausted psyche collapses and folds
from the weight, you’ve snuffed me out.


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