A Drab Green Color Stings

A heart that's been hurt and never recovered from its pain.

A heart colored an exquisite red
begins to turn green from age and dread.
A soul with energy and a desire to live
now lies in a field of weeds, lacking to forgive.
Its hurt and pain stained it to a drab green,
weirdest shade the world will ever see.

A heart cracked open by heavy scars,
exhibit corrosion, stain, and other mars.
It's a muscle holding life in the palm of a hand,
often damaged by the likes of a woman or a man.
It cannot be soothed and healed in a short time;
age ripened and kept it ticking to stay alive.

A heart gets bruised and destroyed over years,
regardless of worries, stresses or shedded tears.
Love isn't worth it if it doesn't feel moral and sane;
it'll rob a spirit causing it to suffer and hurt in shame.
A heart tarnished to a drab green
craves to be full of life and desires to be seen.

A heart's yen is to return to a flamboyant red
where it'll flourish and attest it's not dead.
Paint it any color sought after or wished
as long as it doesn't fetch pains or grief.
A heart protected and sealed by a cheerful tint,
will survive and prosper regardless of its stint.


Copyright 2013 by Barbara Kasey Smith - Use with permission only.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Barbara Kasey Smith]

Thanks Steppenwolf for the kind comment! BKSmith

[steppenwolf]

I especially like this poem, Barbara. Lovely imagery!