The Lost Heart
Where am I nowI lost myself somehow
Ice cold heart
Pierced and torn apart
I lost all feeling
With no turning back or healing
After all I can not mend
And soon it will all end
The Lost Heart
Where am I nowA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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