Dark Nights at Noon A Collection of Poetry

Heart

I'm tired of lusting after love as if it's worth the chase.

I hold a blackened heart in my hand, the victim of false hope and dreams.

It grew weary of shedding tears instead froze them to ice to heal the hurt.

Cut itself onto sharp edges to protect its tender flesh.

Yet for all its wisdom it remains a fool, reaching for the sky.

Icarus, again and again it falls to its doom.

It's impact digging it's grave deeper each time.

I close my eyes and feel its baseline, a quiver and stillness.

How quickly it fades from reality to fantasy.

Paints colors onto a window and convinces itself a rainbow.

I wait on silence for the grey to envelope it.

Its cold embrace welcoming to soothe the bite of steel.

The journey is shorter each time. I await the day I may call it home.

Hold me in apathetic sorrow, stoic acceptance.

Take my hand in yours, together a safe for my weary heart.