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