Aye...
This heart of stone and marble pieces.
Cracked apart in so many urban specks...
Poor, poor heart, poured away.
Etched at, until shards been laid...
This heart broken clean on through.
More of more pain, on, on, thorough due...
Due this pained heart, due anew.
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-broken-pained-heart/
