Oh Holed Tears of the Heart

Oh thine 

Aching heart,

Such painful jabs

Awaken a feeling

Inside of me;

Agonizingly bothersome

To the once-peaceful 

Place

Are the shards 

Sticking it

Mercilessly;

To cry or yelp

Does no good,

Each noise 

Deepens the wounds;

A slow process 

Toward death

Hath this become,

Unyielding authority 

Fills thine heart;

Such is the depth of this,

Damage is not visible 

By the naked eye;

Silently bearing a

Burden so great,

One is humbled 

In every life aspect;

This ubiquitous nuisance 

Causes such grief to

Thine soul;

No cure is to be found

For this disease

Of the heart,

Seeping through 

Thine blood, it 

Overtakes 

Beauty,

Generating an

Unstoppable 

Decay 

Of the

Living dead.