My heart has fallen off my sleeve,
It's dying, brittle in the sun,
And I won't have to care no more,
When It's shattered, broke and gone,
But for now I'll hide the pieces,
In the melee of the crowd,
So it won't draw attention,
While it's screaming out so loud.

Paul D 19/1/10

Paul,
I'm not sure the inspiration for this poem, but when reading with a heavy heart for the multitudes in Haiti, that's all that can come to mind.

Mary

I agree with Mary, this definitely could apply to the situation in Haiti. Nicely done, Paul.


Les