The Ink Room

A heart that feels,
Such a great pain,
Bond by restraints and chains.
Ready to roam free,
Like a lion untamed,
To find something,
More then sorrow,
And pain.
To find joy,
Even a shot at love,
Another heart,
That could,
Heal the scares that,
This heart bears.
A heart that’s strong,
One that’s not scared,
One that is not soft,
But not fragile,
That will fight for its love.
But unfortunately,
These shackles won’t,
Be released anytime soon,
So my heart sits heart dwelling.
In sorrow,
Maybe my heart can escape,
That’s the dream I wish for,
Tomorrow.
But today,
I must continue with sorrow.