A Sad Heart

A spear in her chest is always felt;
Her heart enthrones anger and grief.
Each day of her life dies,
As the night covers the world without light.

Where delusive smirks deceive;
and everything is hard to believe,
An eye of a caring light is never seen,
by the one who feels nothing.

As she lays in sorrow and grief,
A shade of grey colors her world,
Blurs her judgment, imperfects' her soul.
A shattered heart that was never healed.

No two arms to reach, tears to share.
No shadow behind, No Angel to save.
For this kind of heart ,
That is constantly in despair.

(I wrote this poem for a friend , i hope she finds her way back.)