H - Hound
Hopeless
Hanging his head, he holds her heart in hand
Her hourglass hexed by his happiness
Huddled over in hesitation he hands it back, too hard-headed to be honest
A heretic to his own heart
Haunted, the hero too high and mighty to heal lay heavy and hurt
Harbored in this hell without her
So hollow
Withdrawals of hostility, hyperventilating in hysteria
His eyes hooded by a haze of hatred for himself, ready to harm
He has become a hazard to his habitat
His howls are heard from hours away; she listens helplessly
He can't even help himself
A hardship no human should heave
A hostage of the hunger
Copyright © North Calantoni | Year Posted 2019
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