Trust Not The Folly Of Thy Heart Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

This heart is no friend of mine,
he occupies my chambers
and has defiled my shrine,
he laughs as my mind wavers
and bounds from crime to crime.

Each room sings its song,
a melody of puffery
that cares not of wrong.
The drums pulse in misery
knocking out my lungs.

This house is no home,
rather a prison within me
where before the throne
I kneel and groan
all where none can see.
- Samuel Richard Leonard