Black Is Where The Heart Is Poem by Fallen Too Far

there she stares, a vacant stare
her body screams remorse
her heart is strong, her body weak
ambivelance within
she cannot shake it, so does give in
it's not too much, she just cant handle it
a tiny bird, with hardly a brain
maybe no more time
a tiny seed, possibly hope
creeps soft within her soul
whispers, yes, you can
it sings it's lilting tone
of forgiveness soft, on her hard soul
now bound too tight too loose