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My Torred Heart
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I am quaking in my reverent soul
and quivering in the trenches
with heaven far above my head
and hell below just inches
memories come to the fore
completely, though unbidden
I tried to close that splintered door
yet the key remained quite hidden
with eyes wide open, mind alert
my focus on the blankness
a penny given to the poor
a deed I find quite thankless
for when the day is ending
and the shadows creepeth in
I'm acting and pretending
from beginning to the end
this does not mean a fool am I
nor does it mean I'm horrid
it means that I am lost inside
my heart is slightly torrid
and quivering in the trenches
with heaven far above my head
and hell below just inches
memories come to the fore
completely, though unbidden
I tried to close that splintered door
yet the key remained quite hidden
with eyes wide open, mind alert
my focus on the blankness
a penny given to the poor
a deed I find quite thankless
for when the day is ending
and the shadows creepeth in
I'm acting and pretending
from beginning to the end
this does not mean a fool am I
nor does it mean I'm horrid
it means that I am lost inside
my heart is slightly torrid