Sonnet Of Pain Poem by Sierra Staten

My heart: long since a pariah
As it no longer yearns to be touched
Outside is streaked with denial,
But the long line of logic is just.

Battered and tattered, broken so,
Not able to feel what it should,
I will cast you aside: friend or foe,
And staying is unlikelihood.

I stand alone with my regrets,
Hindsight is perfect or so it's said,
Another damsel, they'll just forget,
Yet a shock when she turns up dead.

Untouched, by a will of my own,
Learn to accept- we reap what we've sown.