"PAINFUL PIECE OF BARK"

In a starless sky dark,
On a dry piece of bark,
"I miss you, my half heart"
Carved are the words of Mark.
'Twas a scrap from a trunk,
But a song to soul's sunk.
A worthless piece of junk—
Is grief, agony's bank
Longing for his Judy,
A princess of beauty,
Buried in memory,
Flew to the heavenly.
©eyji