The Heart Is a Lonely Stranger
The heart is a lonely stranger
found in the darkest void from a life shattered
to endlessly wander until the pain has bled all its blood
upon the floor of the mind
to leave a stain etched in growing mold
that has rotted away the final pound of flesh
in a wilderness of expectations
where anguished sounds echo from the illusions
of its own making
Where light will never enter
until the heart beckons forgiveness
for its own sake
to re-enter the world again newborn
2/22/20
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2020
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