A broken heart doesn’t grieve: A poem 

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I do not speak my grief 

that love was a thief 

Lessons were brief 

No tears shed over a dead leaf 

The heart has a boundary 

Not for all and sundry 

Yes, it cannot help being broken 

when dusk for dawn is mistaken 

Can tell the plaster from the varnish 

Deception’s voice cannot garnish 

I seek the unconditional truth only 

Till then, I choose to be lonely 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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