An empty shell
blown away by the winds
distanced from it's familiar shores
desolate, hopeless and lost
unsure of what the future holds...
A dry leaf
detached from the security of the tree
threatened by the harshness of the world
withered, crackly, almost rotten...
A frozen drop
condensed alone in eternal cold
away from the rays so bright and warm
hard, chilly, and frigid
thawing seems foreign a word
A dying flame
left without a hope rekindling
winds blowing, threatening to put it out
dying, dwindling, almost gone
forever perishing in passing smoke
...that is my heart...
From my poems pages
blown away by the winds
distanced from it's familiar shores
desolate, hopeless and lost
unsure of what the future holds...
A dry leaf
detached from the security of the tree
threatened by the harshness of the world
withered, crackly, almost rotten...
A frozen drop
condensed alone in eternal cold
away from the rays so bright and warm
hard, chilly, and frigid
thawing seems foreign a word
A dying flame
left without a hope rekindling
winds blowing, threatening to put it out
dying, dwindling, almost gone
forever perishing in passing smoke
...that is my heart...
From my poems pages