Scorned and unsanctioned,
My trials gone frustrated.
Thrown and abandoned,
My failures again discarded.
Will I find the spirit and virtue
To open up my heart?
Or find the courage and strength
To speak out from my heart?
Lest my heart be buried with time.
Stacked and loaded,
My hurts left unstated.
Packed and crowded,
My love now un-recited.
If unaware, time throws me to the ground,
Before I can speak my mind,
Be there a stone with these words on my mound,
So the one may come and find,
'My wish is that this line be read for whom it is meant'.