H E A R T
March 08, 2024
Sweet poison’s whispers
echo in a twisted heart.
A mind once pure,
polluted
by that rotten cup.
And so it came,
what God made gentle,
voices turned.
Life from life,
a mighty gift,
was danger for lightning fallen.
But cherub wings and seraph voices
resonate in black hearts still.
And if a mighty fist can crack
the shell that grows,
day by day,
a gentle soul can yet be found.