Beaten Heart Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A lone chair standing at an empty table, maybe feeling the sadness of someone who has yet to come and stop for a while.

A heart having been beaten until it's black and blue from a constant barrage of abuse through the years, giving off only messages of a poverty in love.

Wanting and wishing for someone to give true love, a person who will respect and return it peacefully, a person whose heart is true and honest.