The Desolate Heart

Bitten by cold and stung by fright A life beleaguered by the darkness of despair The afflicted night awaits sunlight Of hope, warmth, love and care The wet eyes await the horizon’s window To open for the majestic appearance of sun Brightening lives with its transcendent glow And flogging the darkness to make it run A frostbitten tree with its outstretched arms Stripped of its leaves, tormented and down Robbed of its beauty, devoid of its charms Prays for succour from sources unknown The afflicted heart still beats in the chest With unabated passion for love and caress In mounting anguish and growing unrest The undaunted spirit can’t settle for less The desire, the hope, the expectations, the dream To see the glowing face of light and love again A mirage they appear, an illusion they seem Tell the heart to contain the emotions insane One that has parted, one who has gone In the whirlwind of time will never return Be your heart desolate, miserable, forlorn And your life slowly like a candle burn