Heart Broken Poem by Robert Stoddard

A gushing river flows through my chest,
ambition to stop it would stir unrest.
Containment is simply out of reach,
like his home from a whale who is on the beach.
A kindness and mercy that will always be
still, worthless it seems, to the color of royalty.
One’s whose earthly worth is beyond my own.
Too exceedingly great to share a throne,
truly too “high and mighty” to hear my moan.

No matter the grief, I’m trying my best.
Support, compassion, kindness. I’m still a pest?
They’re just users, people who aren’t too smart.
Why is it them that ensnare the heart?
Succumbing to evil, it seem to me
from virtue and friendship you seem to flee.
Abandoning those not restrained to Earth.
Those “heavenly hearted, and gentle since birth.”
Can’t you see the choice? Why still chose to mourn?