Literary Force Magazine Literary Force Magazine Volume 2 | Page 57

Ghost Town Heart

The journey of life may be merely glory,
But how can I be worthy if it’s simply pity?
I’m constantly being held down,
Restrained In this heart in this ghost town.

“My heart will forever be hard to open”

These words will always be the words that run through my mind
In a simultaneous manner
As my heart is being grind.

I’d drop down to my knees
And beg for your mercy
Without a knowledge of being honored

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