Silent Heart

This sacred heart of mine

Does not speak of love

But resounds poetry

Surely you’ve felt

The emotion

In my unspoken verse

My longing concealed

In each insatiable character

The devil’s pen

Will I dissipate in the light?

Like a shadow dispersed by the merciless sun

Without the company of my demons

Will the silence deafen?

Render my muse without voice

Or purpose

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The ink from my pen

Will it dry?

Without the black blood

Staining my veins

To infuse

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And what of me what will I become?

Chased from solitude

Forced to face all that I have rejected

Will I come undone?

Beneath fingers gripped with love