If heart would be of glass

If heart would be of glass

If heart would be of glass
It'd break under sorrow's heavy burden
How much one have to carry constantly on self
Do not to fall in the dark abyss of the abandon

Yes ,i know it made of flesh and blood
The wounded sensation plaguing always
The needle pricked hole and now it drips
Drumming the saddest song on soul

You cannot prick the glass ,break only
Disperse in time in the million of pieces
The fleshy heart eventually would be devoid of life
Losing too many ruby teardrops to cruel destiny's caprices

by Margaret Gudkov
art by J.Mann