within the broken heart
is a voice without a sound,
birds without a song,
stained glass without light,
stars without the night,
healing without mistakes
and a life without love.
avp
within the broken heart
is a voice without a sound,
birds without a song,
stained glass without light,
stars without the night,
healing without mistakes
and a life without love.
avp
he hides himself away
in a corner where nobody can see
he never bleeds,
he never heals.
avp
even his pen was too shy
to say the choler words he felt,
afraid they’d awaken his dormant stones of pain.
so the words remained trapped inside the timid ink
of immearsurable emotions unanswered,
never to be written.
avp
with no thoughts or prayers
he packed up his stuff
and walked through the door of his own secret self,
turning back momentarily to watch
the leaves fall on his bed.
avp
hurting people hurt people,
so before starting to throw rocks
at windows that can’t be repaired…
let me catch your tears
and wash away the pain
that will heal over time.
avp
while pretending
his way through the rainy day,
he got lost watching
the growing orbits of sorrow
that surround his lonely heart
burn in the water.
avp
the unseen forces
that conspired to guide him,
calmed his inner chaos
and took him to the
other side of silence
avp
the duel between his heart and mind
became a dance in rhythmic measure
of opening and closing,
each inflicting strict penalties on him
of reward and punishment
as conditions for love.
avp
looking out at his life
through the end
of an old rolled-up newspaper,
his clarity imprisoned…
could not see his anger
was being viewed from the wrong direction.
avp
sitting in his chair of discouragement
weaving individual threads of pain,
he created a blanket of
sadness scrawling across the floor.
avp