Winds of Discord

The winds of discord are warm, arid, and empty;

Like the vacancy of places long since abandoned where the only thing louder than the silence is the eerie rustling of things left unsettled…

Unlike the fresh cool breezes of spring or the invigorating first flurries of winter these tepid dusty winds offer no comfort as they fail to lift and carry away the heaviness on my heart.

©Dani

Nov 15, 2021

Death of a Broken Heart

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In a long forgotten corner

through dark recesses

under cobweb cover

 

There beats a once cherished heart

 

Frayed at the edges

time ravaged and torn,

still it pulsates with love’s rhythm

and hope…

 

Abandoned by youth,

and cast out for pastures greener

with emotions heavy

It waits…

 

Cleaving to walls that offer no comfort,

in realization of rank relegation

It cries out…

 

Alone in the blackness,

will crushed by truths blow

It succumbs…

 

And in this long forgotten corner,

laying bloody, broken and defeated

a heart once cherished

beats no more…

 

copyright 6/5/2009

Dani Heart ♥