My very own sonnet βοΈπ₯°..do hope you enjoy reading π

Broken to pieces an elastic metal
Subdued by angered disappointment
Open to the prison of the pains of a broken heart
Amended by words but never healed by actions
My heart sobs and bleeds,my feelings are never tamed
My brush and pen shapes my thoughts to tearful recaps
Shaping me into the cells of a dispirited cave
Mayhap my love is a Walking Shadow
Never to be found,held or kept
But is always worth the search
To me nothing changes and yet nothing remains the change
Swimming in the river of love,the tides are low for the big fish
By the time the tides are risen,I have gone ghost to love
Confused! ‘To Love Is Death’
Beautiful poem about a broken heart. I hope it wasn’t autobiographic.
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