The Daily Prompt – Black

He says he has a black heart,
A black heart for despair.
She says he has a good heart in need of some repair.

He says he has a black heart,
A heart that cannot care,
Cannot feel.

Happiness —
That’s for others, not for him.

Responsibility weighs upon him.  Irresponsibility eludes him.
Don’t complain.  Provide.
Live life.  Choose death.

He has met death before but it let him go.
He glimpsed it, not knowing
What he glimpsed,
And like an alcoholic, has craved it ever since.

You reap what you sow.
Yes, you reap what you sow.

She says he has a good heart,
A caring heart, a bleeding heart in need of some repair.
He cares too much.  He soaks up other’s pain.

He says he has a black heart,
He reaps what he sows.

Life is good.  Life is cheap.
Life is hard. Life is sweet.
Life is short.  Life is long.
Live life.  Live no life worth living.

He says he has a black heart,
A black heart for despair.
She says he has a good heart just needing some repair.

Author’s Note:  Poetry is not normally my thing.  I’ve haven’t yet got past Chapter 1 of Stephen’s Fry, The Ode Less Travelled:  Unlocking the Poet Within.  But this is not about me.