Tired Heart

Tired heart of the meek, I wish you to beat.

Tired hearts are calloused, built like a palace.

Pain locks the gates, building up hate.

Let those wall’s crumble, and fill it with the humble.

Let’s start with one, until we’re warmed by the sun.

-R.D.Jess

Published by reneweddream

I am a lover of writings and over the years I have collected a handful of poems and stories I have written. The more I wrote the more I realized I should do something with it, besides putting it in a box.

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