Anita Magdalena

Anita Magdalena

Sunday, 9 September 2012

Haunted Heart



Poem by Anita Magdalena...


Haunted Heart
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Her haunted heart strikes its sharpness into her mind
just to remind her sometimes how much it has hurt


She can never run away to forget the past 
pins and needles pushed through and out
without thread to stitch her back together
Non stop bleeding that left her so lifeless


Her spirit just left and took her soul with it
an empty shell that could still think and feel
she became stoic and unreadable to others
as time tumbled through her tapping fingers


Her haunted heart beats to the rhythm of her endless thoughts
just to remind her sometimes that she is still very much alive


She took off deep into the night and ran
found herself on peaceful sacred ground 
she sat  with the dead and her thoughts
her spirit/soul came and sat with her


She remembered every single stinging word
as each one slapped the temple of her mind
she could not sit with her own indifference
so she packed her bags and walked away


Her haunted heart strikes its sharpness into her mind
just to remind her often that she is still very much alive



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