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There thrums a void I can't discern
The pounding echos thru my chest
This hollow, empty, longing breast
It beats and beats but will not burn
How does a pulsing 'neath my skin
Keep perfect tempo all these years
Coursing blood from toes to ears
And working wonders deep within?
How does this organ e'er employed
SO much work while staying strong
Yet make me feel, emote, and long
For things and people I've enjoyed?
How could it be my fist-sized heart
Can wield twelve megatons of love
While joined with others like a glove
Though beating half-a-world apart?
How can it be that hearts of gold
Can be debased with just a word
And twist with malice, undeterred
On one sad lie that it's been sold?
How is it that one change-of-heart
Can make such difference in a life
Embracing loves instead of strife
Through kind examples set apart?
Why is it that a heart's remade
By one kind act of love or grace
Or just ONE smile upon the face
Of someone who has come to aid?
Hearts are more than just a beat
They find their work in ALL we do
While plied in loving, false or true
Of others, kindred, cold or sweet.
A heart of hearts can take us far
Yet, even pumping, often breaks
And how my own so dearly aches
To feel the burn and know a scar.
Oh then I had true flames, thereof
But now a void where once, desire
As tears doused, long ago, the fire
And all the heartbeats giv'n to love.
Written and submitted on September 30, 2019
For the "Pick A Title, Volume 9 - Enclosed Rhyme" Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh, Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2019