Resonance of the Heart

Be still my beating heart
Resonating off hollow halls

Be quiet my playful passion
Teasing empty promises

Behave my subdued hope
For dreams are made of dust 

Be gone my lurid fantasies
For lust is the flavour of hate

Stop. My bleeding heart
Dripping sentiment unwelcome. 

Rebecca .A. Huxley

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

Post Comments
Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.