“A Eulogy” by Danielle Smith

A Eulogy

I went to feed my heart and found it dead,
Starved by my ever-insatiable greed,
I start to grieve, but “No need,” he said,
“No need for such sad feelings felt
To live the lot which life to us has dealt.”
We buried it under a pile of dust
And placed atop the tomb a weed, and rust.