The Poem’s broken Heart

 

 

Every time I get so pain I write a new poem

With my suffer peoples live.

My pain that’s what I give.

I am lost without face

And the grief poem become my home place

In the less mean

I got my name

With a beaten question asking for an answer

I wonder why I live at my tears

Why I got so much fears

Why every time my broken heart

Spell out all this poem art

Every beat in my heart telling that’s not fair

Asking me to leave and drop this pain fear

                                    

                                Sailor