(POETRY) WRONG

wounded asa slammed
piercing in tearing the heart
drooping limp with frosty stares
no pulse of taste in the rapid flow of blood

dreams were destroyed by a storm
making the fragile soul increasingly fragile
groaned moaning endless pain
screamed silent choking burden in the throat

reality comes not in the beauty of the fantasy
no smile longs for no love look radiated
cold statues with all the silence
the unclothed hit a broken heart

now when allowed to dive
must be pleased to return the torn soul
calm in silence as the call comes
breaking the soul with the imagination of life that is always not beautiful

no tears for the perceived pain
complained that it could no longer be organized
just ask in resignation
why words can poison the soul ..