Empty

Veins
that once pumped love
throughout my heart
are slashed.
And scattered.
Blood-stained words
have broken me.
And the arteries
that would wash away my sorrow
have finally given in.
Hopelessness has
taken its toll.


My affection,
that  would flow like a river,
has been overtaken by
drought. 
Never to be replenished.

The chambers of my heart
have been torn, broken,
Emptied. 

 

The End

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