My heart is too gentle

Yes, the world is a bad place,
the blues to play the guitar,
and the balalaika. bottomless
shafts collapsed souls
call the edges.
I shiver in the dark
I go to the corner.
My heart is too gentle.
Gently-paced beats, beats,
The hard shell over the heart of man.
What is needed is a comforting hug,
the world today is too black.
I look forward to the tunnel,
the light at the end of it to see them.