Personal Iliad
A cold heart
That is broken still
Beats steadily on
By strength of will
A heart hidden away
From tortures of the past
Mistreated and abused
With scars that will last
Safe and secure
In solitude it hides
Away from the pain
In a fortress it resides
Closely guarded
Impenetrable walls
Like the gates of Troy
The defenses must not fall
On the horizon
Not an army,but one
A mans achilles heel
Not the sword but love
Disguised by beauty
This one woman force
Into mens hearts
Comes this Trojan Horse
Open the gates,Troy
Allow her in
The city is burning
Another scar begins
