Sunday, April 23, 2017

Hollow heartbeat


Thrum the hollow heartbeat,
sigh the sodden mind,
court the lethal hurtings;
split the psyche blind.

Deck the soul with ivy,
strip the self till bare,
fight the row of sorrow;
murky glass of care.

Stay the moment lost,
hide the key of hope,
wallow in the grieving;
hang on bitter rope.

1 comment:

  1. It is odd that when we first view the prompt words we sense a feeling in them. However even I didn't come up with such a sad and morbid poem as this. I am impressed!