Take heed a tortured heart to heal
Scarred and bruised like orange peel
Worn, now empty cast aside
Like so much flotsam on the tide
It beats a lonely tune for one
Devoid of feeling, cold and numb
Its melody, now a requiem
That rides the wind of distant fen
Empty cold its essence gone
No spark or magic to keep it strong
Battered by the tears of time
No longer hers and barely mine
Deprived of hope, its plea's unheard
Its grief unshared, a wounded bird
Turned inside out, and torn apart
An epitaph to a broken heart.
Graham Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-epitaph-to-a-broken-heart/
