13 August 2009

Sorrowful Heart

Sorrow broke the savage heart,
For denied was it to thee,
And rage was caught all unawares,
Within a dying sea.
Mirth could not give it succour,
Nor pity mend the jagged tears,
And nor could the stars of darkened night
Bewitch to light the hopeless stares.

No breath of wind could move the weight,
No blow could break its hold,
And stillness rocked the heart to sleep,
And dreams of bitter cold.

One day I'll find my hairdryer again....

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