My First Attempt At Poetry.

My Heart.

Her eyes like bright blue pools so light and clear,

Now empty and lifeless, color faded to a stormy sky,

Lips bow like and pink like petals,

Now thin, drawn and colorless, parted as if drawing breath.

Skin porcelain white and flawless,

Now marked by the crimson and brown of its blood.

My angel now gone from my sight.

My heart is like this lifeless corpse,

Empty, dull, colorless and broken.

By Louise Jackson