Awakened to a world of hurt, <br />with a mouth of mud and flavored dirt. <br />A heart that all but lives to lurch, <br />a spit of bloodless splatter. <br />Born of mourn to sit in pain, <br />wanting now to not remain. <br />Death and me it seems the same, <br />lost for patients pity. <br />Lies and all or nothing else, <br />hatred deep for you myself. <br />Cast me out for whats not felt, <br />unspoken heart of broken...<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unspoken-heart-of-broken/
