The Desolate Heart
Bitten by cold and stung by fright
A life beleaguered by the darkness of despair
The afflicted night awaits sunlight
Of hope, warmth, love and care
The wet eyes await the horizon’s window
To open for the majestic appearance of sun
Brightening lives with its transcendent glow
And flogging the darkness to make it run
A frostbitten tree with its outstretched arms
Stripped of its leaves, tormented and down
Robbed of its beauty, devoid of its charms
Prays for succour from sources unknown
The afflicted heart still beats in the chest
With unabated passion for love and caress
In mounting anguish and growing unrest
The undaunted spirit can’t settle for less
The desire, the hope, the expectations, the dream
To see the glowing face of light and love again
A mirage they appear, an illusion they seem
Tell the heart to contain the emotions insane
One that has parted, one who has gone
In the whirlwind of time will never return
Be your heart desolate, miserable, forlorn
And your life slowly like a candle burn
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