My Vantage Heart Poem by Amanda Shelton

The cobwebs settled year's ago,
the dust gathered on the table,
the placements are falling apart.

After decades of fringe
and grungy textures and
dried ink smeared on the
walls, poetry grows through
the centuries.

My poetic heart is choking
on the ashes left behind.

My violin strings are fragile
and ready to break.

My love song flew away
on the wings of a Lark
looking for it's heart.

This is my Vantage heart
wrapped in decay.