A Broken Heart

The heart feels heavy and full of despair. It needs to be comforted after the pangs of unrequited passion. It needs to be consoled in its broken moment.

Once full of burning fire; full of raging flames, but now all that is left is a smouldering wreck. A heart that is full of sorrow; a heart that is lamenting.

The heart wishes to speak from morning until evening; from the setting of the sun to the sunrise, to a new day; through the moonlit shadows, where angels grasp its strings and pull.

Once there was love O so divine, but now there is the winter of despair. The heart wants to reach out like a fresh flower on a sunny spring day. O for empathy in the hour of darkness, O compassion where have you been, as I travel through the shadows of time.