Unruled!

They say: the heart is unruled!
Land where no one has command!
Grief, agony!
Liar! Cheater;
Pretender! Deceiver!
Beats! TUM! TUM! TUM! TUM!
Sometimes commited, some others at a loose end!
Impose itself, forces our selves!
TUM! TUM! TUM! TUM!
So many guilty. So many pains!
Impolite! Tyrant!
Starving! Desirous for love!
TUM! TUM! TUM! TUM!
And my? Oh my God!
He´s walking around!
He´s running, sleeping!
Created their own joints!
formed his own body.

Poor of me! !

poem by Mirna Morgan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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