Wooden Heart
Thy wooden heart
Stands unloved
Within the hollows
Of the forest despair.
Bare limbs reach
For passions
Still longed for.
Rooted deep
In dying heartache
My tears
Unable to nourish.
Dreams of sunlight
into dank soil
Now immersed…
Thy flourishing hopes now
In flora decay.
Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2014
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