Still Thy Beaten Heart

Patrick Kail The most precious thing I have within,this blood streaked bone white cage.Once was given freely , as this time ; once again.Full of raging emptiness,bruised and battered ; thrown back at my feet.A sallow , shattered , shuttered , shard , of what it used to be.Shrouded now in broken fallen shame.I pick up shadow pieces from the floor on which it lay.Putting back the worth of it in a void from whence it came.I know it will be safe there until a promise dripping, its desire, comes this way.With nary a remembrance of proffered dreams returned. A careless crimson hand holds up what beats so fearlessly .Inside : In Time.The day I Trust Again. James Patrick Kail Friday October 26th 2012