Looking through the window <br />There is a broken heart <br />Cracked right down the center <br />Like broken fine china, <br />But bound tightly back together <br />With chromed barbed wire <br />Sitting high like a hero <br />On a rose cutting pyre <br />No tear dropp rain clouds <br />To save it from this ire <br />No fantasy or passion <br />To fuel this fire, <br />But another angry word, <br />Another careless spark <br />And soon the flames are chanting, <br />Another! Another! <br />Another sacrifice! <br />Soon the blood like petals <br />Fall from the wounds <br />To kiss the thorny flames <br />That irradiates like happiness <br />A reflection from the chrome, <br />And the wounds are healed <br />When the flames finally reveal <br />its' darkness by their light. <br /> <br />No rescuing tear dropp clouds, <br />No resounding remembrance hymns, <br />Just battle fields and hedges <br />And someone pruning roses <br />and piling up the stems.<br /><br />Danny Draper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-barbed-wire-bandage/
