A tale from the bottom of my heart..........

Sorrow pierces my heart with a hundred needles,
breaking my fragile heart in a clap of thunder.
Grief slices through my bleeding wound,
driving me to my inevitable doom.
Much as i wish to put this to an end,
Alas! the fate of my life lies not in my hands.
Yet despite the bleak darkness blinding my eyes,
a linger of hope still lies.

A poem by phil