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there thrums a void I can't discern
      the pounding echos thru my chest
         this hollow, empty, longing breast
   it beats and beats but will not burn

how does a pulsing 'neath my skin
      keep perfect tempo all these years
         so coursing blood from toes to ears
   and working wonders deep within?

how does an organ keep employed
      SO much work while staying strong
         yet make me feel, emote, and long
   for things and people I've enjoyed?

how could it be my fist-sized heart
      can wield twelve megatons of love
         while joined with others like a glove
   though beating half-a-world apart?

how can it be that hearts of gold
      can be debased with just a word
         and twist with malice, undeterred
   on one sad lie that it's been sold?

how is it that one change-of-heart
      can make such difference in a life
         embracing loves instead of strife
   through kind examples set apart?

why is it that a heart's remade
      by one kind act of love or grace
         or just ONE smile upon the face
   of someone who has come to aid?

hearts are more than just a beat
      they find their work in ALL we do
         while plied in loving, false or true
   of others, kindred, cold or sweet.

a heart of hearts can take us far
      yet, even pumping, often breaks
         and how my own so dearly aches
   to feel the burn and know a scar.

oh then I had true flames, thereof
      but now a void where once, desire
         as tears doused, long ago, the fire
   and all the heartbeats giv'n to love.






~ 1st Place ~  in the "Pick A Title, Volume 9 - Enclosed Rhyme" Poetry Contest, Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.

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