Rancor held inside a heart,
Can't see the light of day.
So it festers from the start,
And never goes away.
It gnarls the tissue of the heart,
Till it's as hard as stone.
So of kind gestures, you want no part,
And it's better left alone.
It blackens the soul with gloom,
And rejects loving words.
So in there pity has no room,
As if sealed away with boards.
7/9/10 Alton Texas
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