I am tired of being
broken-hearted
From searching
for a piece of soft
in shell of hard and stone
that demands prayer
at the altar,
yet unmoving their
vacant stare-
it chastises, it rejects
humiliates and berates,
unmindful of mercy
or turmoil it creates;
I am angry not hurt
At fate of the turn,
jaded and burned
Of vows, faded, torn
Yet waiting,
and seeking,
and waiting-
I am tired of being
A broken heart
I want no one’s,
And take mine apart.

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