When history's lessons aren't learnt well
The heart truly suffers,
Being burnt and consumed in its own hell
Without the slightest buffer.
That, my friend, is the crime
Inherent in heartbreak;
Chaotically, it thwarts the mind out of time
And into despair no soul can take.
Souls broke resound not a single, joyous note,
But rather a hollow, crackling sound
As they search out a way to cope
With the dilemma holding them down.
By Anthony AJ Jackson