An Empty Heart
A heart that is empty that was once filled with joy and love,
Walls that crumble and cannot hold their captured image,
A chair old and threadbare, waiting, like her dreams- rejected.
Her eyes close as she passes by the old mirror-
for she cannot look upon her reflection- how the mirror lies,
and another moonlight casts its shadow in her room.
A hand reaches for the open window- but, she cannot close it,
another night stretches endless before her,
outside the waves gently roll into shore and the gods sleep.
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