This Heart

This heart is broken

Battered, shattered

Crumbled and crushed

It has been lost

Desecrated, isolated

Abused and abandoned

Never again shall it be used

Tied to those strings

Controlled and contorted

It has been put away

Not loosed or free

But cloaked and concealed

It feels no longer

It has learned not to

From torture and torment

It has fallen apart

Broken down

Decayed and degenerated

In nothingness it now resides

Once alive and beating

Now rubble and ruin

But it must be better this way

It prevents hurting from returning

History from repeating

For you cannot break what is already broken

Thrown around, beaten down

Denatured Demolished and destroyed

Never again shall it be pierced

With that sharp edge of betrayal

The past is passed

Though phantoms linger

Haunting, taunting

The hollow echoing walls of the mind

They carry old memories

Reminding, demoralizing

Though fading, however faintly

This heart cannot feel it

Confined Treated unkind, left behind

Damaged and decayed

This heart is gone

Devastated, desolated

Forsaken and forgotten