AT THE DEATH OF ANOTHER FEELING

As if feelings are cramped,
in the dark dungeon of mind
feelings capture my heart
but words,detour from expressing them
Superficially,perhaps,imake amends with my heart,
Each atonment, gives me frustration
but,there lies some grim pleasure
-to cover things that drill holes within,
-to burn in the self ignited fire,
Bit by bit,slowly, my feelings burn
smoke arises but visible to none,
Scarred and puzzeled the heart cries,
The whirlpool of emotions, stirs,
the motionless, calm heart
Time ticks off,
fresh feelings are born..........
which assuags the wonded heart
But how long can the heart smile?????????
Soon the mind, forsees.......
a crippled and bleeding heart,
LYING COLD AT THE DEATH OF ANOTHER FEELING