Imprisoned In Darkness

Blame me to have a heart.

And It can still beat,

Even after glancing your comment on repeat.

Our directions then began to part,

Couldn’t take so much heat.

Another argument? let us not start.

No more my image remains neat.

Such are values of honesty you impart.

I accept my defeat.

Though not exceedingly well in that art.

But venom of your last words,I eat.

And dare not to act smart,

As to my dark corner retreat.

Where mockingly you couldn’t throw your dart.