Hollow Heart

Samuel Malik Canty: the Word Bird. I am the author of Five Poetry Books, I understand my Purpose, and my words are my proof...

The wings on my heart had been broken...

My spirit had been grounded and refused to fly...

No one told me about the Death Blow that accompanies a broken heart...

A river of tears has become my swimming pool and I no longer care to get out...

The lights in my eyes died, while the beats in my heart refuses to maintain a normal, healthy, rhythm...

A body with a dead heart cannot live...

Broken heart, broken life, so tired of screaming day and night...

Hollow heart, hollow soul, life is too warm to exist in the cold...

Related Articles