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The Heart is a Lonely Stranger
The heart is a lonely stranger
found in the darkest void from a shattered life
It will wander endlessly
until the depth of pain has bled all its blood
upon the solitary floor of the mind
To leave a stain etched in the growing mold
that rotted away the final pound of flesh
from the fragile bones of a crying soul
lost in the wilderness of buried expectations
whose anguished sounds echo off the prison walls
of its own making
Where light will never enter
until the heart beckons the call of forgiveness
for its own sake
to re-enter the world again newborn
2/22/20
Copyright ©
Frederic Parker
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