A Mangled Heart

A Mangled Heart... Why do my tears not simply fall, my heart mangled, cast along these empty streets a wreck left to rust, bleakly lost in the blurry haze, my dreams blowing in the dust of the passing days. Why do my tears not simply fall, weeping within, fractured inside, memories of you wounding me still, a void so vast no one else can ever fill, cradling memories, glowing with your light, as another day departs, beckoning one more, barren, cold, hollowed-out wednesday night.