Callousness

Мари Ефремова
I took my heart
From my chest
Just look at it
It's hard and pressed.

My heart is weight,
My chest is grot.
The rift in it-
That is my hurt.

I saw the light
And came to it.
It was so bright
And I got blind

I couldn't see
The man at night
The man was kind
But turned too tight

It was a head
Who took my heart.
And make it pressed
And hard and hard...