Abandoned heart

As I was walking down the street, I heard a familiar sound,

It was like the beat of a drum 

But came from the ground 

Following the sound like a dog out on an afternoon hunt,
l tip toed,

One step at a time 

To the sound,
closer I creeped 

Past the fancy restaurants , 

Designer boutiques,

Into a dark alley on the side of the street 

The heavy, resounding beat began to recede 

As I got closer and closer it became very dulled out, weak 

I stood there behind a dumpster 

In the corner of that alley...

Listening for the sound ....

Nothing

Not a thing

Not a pound or a pulse 

Not a thump or a beat

Looking closely to the ground

In a far and tiny corner 

Trickled a tiny red flow

Removing an old newspaper thrown over it

Covering my eyes at the horror

Lying before me...

Was a barely bleeding heart

No longer beating

This old heart- submitted to trial after trial 

Used and forgotten like an old pair of shoes 

Had more than it's share of suffering and abuse

Stolen , deceived , and mislead

This old heart refused to beat 

Anymore for everyone, 

Not for anyone, not even himself 

Darkness draping over the alley,

I recollected myself 

How despairing to die alone 

and misunderstood 

This old heart could've done our unwilling, and inattentive world 

A lot of good

If only listened to

If someone would've looked 

This old heart was brutalized 

It was Utilized 

By the very ones he was given to
were the ones who left it out to die