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 nowIn science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.