By Chris W. at Perby1@aol.com
Date: 2 July 2000
Caress My Sullen Heart
Caress my sullen heart.
For lack of use it rests
in emotional hibernation.
Feeling careless and slow,
it beats without direction.
Its purpose is vaguely familiar
but as far off and reachable
as the horizon.
The sun set there years ago already.
Its rays have not found
this energy-thirsty one since.
But it beats on, trivialized,
subsisting on transparent hopes
just pretty enough to entertain.
Caress my sullen heart.
Its been broken of its addiction
to touch, without any recent fix
from a warm and caring body.
And happiness is colored now
in lighter shades of grey.
But darker days get so much darker
in this remote location.
So much so that I squint upon
any hint of colorful daylight.
And then it becomes difficult to see.
Caress my sullen heart.
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