Dark heart

In the darkest recesses, embedded in veins and fluid

beats a life force, completely stripped bare.

bare of trust; of love; of comforts; of companionship.

futile in all efforts, the sea of hope dries.


the pain of yester-years, intricately sketched in scars,

so soft, pliant and dark!



maybe one day it will all end in praise.

or bereft left to tell a dark tale,

maybe’s, all these maybe’s…

they drown in time the flood: remaining constant,

ever constant, resolutely constant.



will you be the last to end all sorrows…

or are we to “expect another”

a Messiah desperate in the taking of time.


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