by Westley Nash
A broken heart still beats a rhythm
but always out of time,
for the many cracks that invade its structure
have forever altered its sound.
A heavily corroded and scarred vessel
rendered weak and fragile by the fall from careless hands
before being left to die on the frozen ground.
So close to failure, so near to its end,
the luckless casualty of the unkind; the unscrupulous.
The innocent victim of monsters and tyrants!
Though fighting on valiantly and persistently,
desperately trying to maintain its tempo
less it fade forever into the unending silence.
For even having suffered such mortal damage
and lasting impairment by the numbing pain that lingers firmly within its core.
This brave entity defies the fear and the doubt,
reaching out into the world for a kindred vessel
with the same purest love and affection once more.