Curse this heart of mine
Made of feathers & wool & twine
So soft & full of love it beats
Every inch of me it heats
Oh save this heart of mine
From the scorching salty brine
That spills from my eyes
Pools in uncovered lies
Harden this heart I possess
Please just let it sting less
Galvanize the red surface
Scorch it in the furnace
Bolster it with fire
To leave me with no desire
Let me look upon sadness
And evil & badness
With an absence of sorrow
So I can live till tomorrow
Breathe in indifference
Exhale deliverance
Oh sweet heart how you have been
Bruised & battered & unseen
Fallen prey to affection
Used to tatters with no protection
Poor thing so gentle & scarred
Capacity for love yet unmarred
Don’t take another leap, please
Your own safety to keep
And for all that’s lost on you, I weep
You can rest now my darling, go to sleep
I am a local from Johannesburg. I am a scientist by trade, specifically forests and wood; but an artist by soul. I write because I must, and I share because I trust others will connect to the words.