19.12.19

A plea to the conqueror

It is bricked up, you know, 
my heart; it's fortressed shut 
and securely protected
against pillager and thief. 

Not because it is valuable
as such, for what could
a ruined heart be worth 
on the blackmarket of love?

It is just that it is sensitive, 
the exposed nerve endings
filamenting from the shattered 
pieces and open wounds. 

That's why, you see, the bricks
and buttresses, the moat and all. 
Thus I besiege of you to seize 
this siege and cede your loot. 

For surely a cracked and broken 
clock is hardly worth the effort
of such a vigorous campaign 
with so little wealth to gain. 

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