Ace Of Black Hearts

Silver Star - 4,222 Points (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

Broken Child - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The little child sits in the window looking on.
Dreaming of the early dawn.
When the heart rises, then falls.
It easy to see this is where she belong.
To take it from her is so wrong.

Riding a sinking ship in a brutal storm.
Such a paradox when the mind is completely gone.
Completely numb.

Wilting roses on the bed.
The love and tenderness of the truly forgotten.
A booked filled with hollowed out pages getting ever stale, and rotten.
This cant be, built upon a tragedy.

Such a mixed up melody.
Can't you hear it, not even in your sleep?
Something can only be understood from the deep.

The little child sits in the window looking on.
Dreaming of the early dawn.
When the heart rises, then falls.
It easy to see this is where she belong.
To take it from her is so wrong.

The little child sits in the window looking on.
Dreaming of the early dawn.
When the heart rises, then falls.
It easy to see this is where she belong.
To take it from her is so wrong.

So wrong, oh can't you see this where she belongs.

Burnt to cinders.
Ashes dress the near by trees.
No way to contain it.
No super hero in the darkness of the light.
Choking on the spreading fumes.
Not single siren is heard.
The thoughts come to mind.
I guess we're on our own.
On our own.

Topic(s) of this poem: song


Comments about Broken Child by Ace Of Black Hearts

  • (6/29/2014 11:09:00 AM)

    This poem contains so many different elements. At once it is sad, intriguing, haunting. Not sure if it is meant to be a lyrical write because of the off repeated stanza. Either way, I found it interesting. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 29, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 29, 2015


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