Heart Apocalypse

Today my heart is obscurely tenebrous, It no longer dances to your a cappella heartbeats, Neither does it tune to the acoustic of your heart, It has ceased skipping a beat in a fashionable art. Today the virgin forest in my heart is murky, The trees bow in retardation for a snooze party, The rowdy rackety crickets have broken limbs, The fire flies are devoid of signature fire on their backs. Today the once dreamy ocean in my heart is calm, Its soothingly beguiling waves isn’t your balm, The coral reefs are deeply engrossed in a death sleep, Sea demons are surprisingly afraid of the storm’s sweep. Today the roses in my heart are dried and shriveled, Its thristle thorns prickle can leave one crippled, Their ambrosial scent has faded away dramatically, For the roses are no longer minty, but dried stigmatically.