Poem-A-Day: Day 430

Heart of Stone

Heart,
come home
alone
as dead. 
Lost
passion, direction
protect
hurting, despair
soul
aching saint
left
and upset.
Believe,
walk away, 
expect,
beg for
mercy
in
the gutter.
Stone,
wait until
I
am dead.
Look
on affection,
remember 
the way
fool,
Told me
good. 
Heart
until home,
why
good, dead,
out,
the gutter.
Break
that stone,
for 
you alone,
worried
as good
as
dead back.