Locked Heart
+60Heart beating wildly, locked in a cage.
Consumed by the fire, consumed by the rage.
Throwing itself against the barren walls.
Screams echoing loudly through the empty halls.
Starving and lonely, it cries to be saved.
Wondering how long it will be enslaved.
A slave to hatred and a slave to depression.
Wondering why it has become Death’s new obsession.
It sits there and waits for help to come.
How does it feel, this thing called freedom?
It lays there, silent, on the cold stony floors.
Thinking of the ocean and the cool sandy shores.
It can’t really remember what it’s like to be free.
To walk without sorrow, to be filled with glee.
What is it like to not be afraid?
What is it like to not be betrayed?
What is it like to not feel the blade bite?
What is it like for a heart to take flight?
How much longer must it bare all of this pain?
How much longer will it take to be driven insane?
The patter of feet and the breeze of sweet air.
Lets the heart know that something is there.
It senses a presence and presses against the wall.
And listens closely to this intruders’ soft call.
A shadow forms and steps into the bleak light.
Immediately the heart feels something ignite.
A heart stands in front of it, just as battered and torn.
But this new heart doesn’t look at it in anger and scorn.
With a few whispered words, the lock disappears.
And the heart starts to cry silent happy tears.
The new heart comes in and brushes them away.
And promises to never leave and to always stay.
They hold tight to one another and never let go.
And walk from the prison, steady and slow.
The hearts put their pain and torture in the past.
Because two broken hearts have found love at last.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
