Saturday, February 27, 2016

God Only Knows...

The heart can be a hollow
Full of fantasy
Tortured by the taunt of
What may never be

The heart can burst with hunger
Trespassers of thought
Wrench from guarded corners
Monuments of naught

The heart can break while beating
Ache with soundless pleas
Weighted with the whisper
That bends rigid knees

The heart can hurt with wishes
Inept to disclose
What this skin-cup harbors
And God only knows

© Janet Martin


  1. Ah, yes. This one touches me in some of my tender places. I know I will be coming back to this one.

    1. There is nothing quite as comforting in the world as feeling understood!


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