
The heart that can’t love
is stunted by fear and hurt.
Disappointment.
Laughter’s music transformed
from melody to dirge
for fallen expectations
of a cynical clown.
The rose that can’t bloom
fails to realize its potential.
Thorns become a nagging reminder
Of what could be.
Lost hope wets the pillow
as mornings fail to deliver.
The sun’s rays once glorified,
now signal more of the same
like a beacon to pain
as the heart grows cold.
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