original poems by john allen

scarred heart

I asked so little,
only a memory
to carry with me
the rest of my life

But then, perhaps,
that is why
I was so disappointed
when all was done

What I really wanted,
was a great memory
What I carried away,
was tainted and hollow

Is it any wonder
I've grown to fear love
and what it does
to my scarred heart?

© John Allen March, 2005

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