Why The Hurt? Poem by Allen Liebenberg

Hearts just a kind of card you say?
I have a theory about that if I may
Every second of every day I ponder
Where my heart without hurt may had yonder.

Tears play along the grain of my face,
As I think of the world, an inhumane place
Shaking take over the better part of me
As my heart not still and calm will be.

Questions arrive in the loudest of ways
That knows of the cruel and their plays
As they act on behalf of faces behind masks
Making betrayal their day to day tasks

To bare my heart on my open sleeve
And hope dearest for it to maybe leave
Is but one of the many things I see
That will make the world a better place for you and me

For the heart speaks only about truth
Even in the oh so messed up world of youth
But the mind can sometimes without knowing still that pain
That you by heart’s truth so easily gain.

Variety makes pain so much harder to keep
For different people cut different parts with wounds so deep
People to be thought to bring wonder to your life
Only to realize that hidden agendas is a knife.

Sorrow and weep flood my busy mind
Too full of everything, another storing it must find.
What better place for hurt to be
Than the heart to speak of things people will painfully see.

Hearts just a kind of card you say?
I have a theory about that if I may
By contents of the heart the mouth opens wide
And most definitely by regret the words will side.