The Lost Heart
Where am I nowI lost myself somehow
Ice cold heart
Pierced and torn apart
I lost all feeling
With no turning back or healing
After all I can not mend
And soon it will all end
The Lost Heart
Where am I nowPoetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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