Always
My heart hurts,
like the cold walls of an empty cave.
My thoughts entice me with their promise,
then, burn me with their consequence.
The noise of silence shakes me,
it holds me hostage in the light.
The killer of ambition.
The waste of a gift.
The dream of a night.
My heart hurts.
Copyright © Billy Bier | Year Posted 2014
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