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.