If I Was Left Alone


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

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these poems have broken rhythme. Is this intentional?