There was a heart once nesh,
now it’s all marble, no feels,
nestled in a concave of apathy.
In it lies yesterday’s mess,
in such a profusion quite blinding,
and with great pains, quite killing.
Certain sad pasts have caused a pestilence,
afflicting the mind and being with void,
an emptiness that doesn’t want to be filled at all.
Shattered heart of yesterday,
please think about today,
and realise the blessings you keep pushing away.