An Already Broken Heart

The death

Of an already broken heart

Is a thing to be feared.

Who would be so cruel?

Who would crush

The already fragile spirit?

Life is so cruel.

What need of extra pains

To weigh the burdened heart?

Life weighs heavily enough.

Life broke my heart

Crushed my already fragile spirit.

Now I'm bound by a chain

Forged of blades and tempered in blood.

But life is not the forger;

I am.

The chain binds the

Pieces of my heart together.

It hold my fragile spirit

In its place.

Who is more cruel?

Life bruises to no purpose

Except to destroy.

I wound, if not to heal,

At least to shore up

My weakened defenses,

My hurting heart.

So do not crush

The already fainting spirit

Life does a good job of that

Already.

Do not destroy

The already broken heart

Of your worst enemy,

Much less your friend.

The death

Of an already broken heart

Is a thing

Cruel beyond words.

Be not the one whose hand

Deals the death-blow.

Be not so cruel.