A poem telling the story of a soul no one ever loved. Others keep up the ridicule even when all hope is gone. — A tombstone knocked over,
vandalised and ridiculed,
a heart who failed to find another,
broken hearts are spray painted all over its grave. Spray cans scattered around,
like salt in an open wound,
the hope to find love,
are now dead and mummified. A different lifetime,
a soul reborn,
painful…