The Moaning Heart Poem by Anika dang

Mourning hearts
I see more clear with eyes closed
all the darkness which to me owes
to reveal the secrets deep inside
that has shattered all the pride
the sins of yesterday are being paid
yes...
those were the sins which were unswayed
the desirous core buried it deeper
than any other filthy mysterious sleeper
there's no such thing here, called love
but just a heart like a mourning dove
the journey is nothing mere the emotive phases
sometime gloomy
sometime dreamy
that sits helpless and just gazes
every creature is functional in itself
then why we need a mocking elf
for the forge closure
which had once said
there ain't turning back till it's over
and today it has a disastrous drover
now I am all on my own
wholly drained and happily moaned.