An Unused Heart
What has become of the warmth and caring I once possessed,has it turned into the same slow withering death that winter brings.
Looking at all the years my soul had to endure the malice lying
just behind all those many windows passing from my gaze.
When did what started out as protecting each other, ensuring
each life survived, get set aside and forgotten.
Why as our lives became easy to manage did our hatred for
one another turn so violent.
Do you suppose that a day will come when the number of unused
hearts will exceed the loving ones.
A fear grabs my sensible thoughts and demands its rightful place
in a cold chamber where not so long ago a beating heart resided.
The vile tortured images we allow into the open windows of the
mind as we scurry about living these lives.
Has given way to ugliness eating away at the very fabric bonding us to each other.
Everyday somewhere close to you destruction rises up from
within a loving family and weaves a life ending scene with
it's own hands.
Years fading past have been witness to sanctuary losing its
holiness, allowing another harbinger of suffering to grow.
Where loving hearts should be prolific, among the pillars
of their creation.
We opened a door letting solace be strangled by an unused heart.
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