Wednesday's Verse - My Heart Lies in Pieces

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This week’s verse moves from a science fiction piece about how stories can hold the secrets to the future, to a fantasy verse about lost love and revenge. It is taken from 366 Days of Poetry, a collection of mixed-genre poetry released in 2016.

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My Heart Lies in Pieces



My heart lies in pieces,

shards and dust on the floor,

shattered, not broken,

can’t be whole anymore.



I will pick up the shards,

though my fingers will bleed.

The dust blows away, now,

and can’t be retrieved.



Why are you crying?

’T is not your heart that’s broke,

not your heart’s been shattered,

not your vengeance bespoke.



’T is not your tears have dried,

nor your fingers have bled,

not your blade will stain

the forest deeps red.



Stow all your tears, now.

Stow away all your wails.

We leave in the hour,

while we can follow the trail.



My heart lies in pieces.

I’ve picked up what I can.

The rest will fade here, now,

mourned, not forgotten.



My heart lies in pieces,

shards and dust on the floor,

shattered, not broken,

can’t be whole anymore.

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You can find the first two poetry collections at the links below - although there are plans to reissue them with more genre-appropriate covers in the future. The third collection will be released later in the year.


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