The Heart

February 17, 2015

This the object most fragile,

And most adhering.

Knows no wisdom.

The effort to be invisible,

Yet even the blind can see.

Ensnares the owner in agony.

One word,

One glance,

One touch,

One breath,

One second to make it bleed,

To make it shatter.

Sanity and all rationality dissipate.

Trust it never.

Betrayal.

Impulsive.

Self-destructive.

Although strength may grow,

It is stifled by weakness and shadow.

Doubt ever deepens,

Hope ever fades.

Passion so intense,

Extinguish this desire.

The sharp and searing

pain,

Still feels so… dull.

Silence so loud,

Gives rise to insanity.

Too arrogant and self-righteous

To ever learn from past mistakes

And confines destiny.

A fog envelops the mind

Lost in a shroud,

No map, no memory.

Faded by time,

Devoid of all beauty.

The greatest joy unreachable.

Fate has written that it will never be.

It is impossible, a tragedy really.

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