Another Poem – you decide!

My heart, from afar, seems perfect

but a closer observation shows it has been

broken, torn, trod on and left alone to rot

It beats, but it has no purpose now

It used to sing, but has lost its voice

It had a smile, but can’t stretch it anymore

because it has been

broken, torn, trod on and left alone to rot

It beats, only because it is its job

It beats, but its rhythm has no meaning now

It just beats

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