The Dart

What once was red

Has hollowed and bled

It needs being fed

Before it’s dead

.

It beats, repeats

Sounds like it weeps

At every step it greets

Sorrow, all it keeps

.

That hole gets bigger

Impossible to fill

You pull the trigger

Can’t be cured with a pill

.

The soul heaves a sigh

Never did the heart

Life is but a lie

You just never hit the dart

(Abeerah Biaji Mehreen)

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