The Hollow Heart

                                                                       On the floor he sits

                                                                      In this once blissfull

                                                                     Place, now nothing but

                                                                     Desolate and smug.

                                                                   Burned and pained the hau-

                                                                      ghty fire leaves him,

                                                                     Devouring his dignity.

                                                                       Yet, he crawls to it

                                                                       And wallows in the

                                                                             Ashes of

                                                                             Modesty.

                                                                His pride regards him

                                                                with scorn and leaves like

                                                                            The rest.

                                                                        Sits he in this 

                                                                      Lonely place with

                                                                    The ashes to give him

                                                                            Solace.