Sep 02

The Quiet Heart

There isn't a sound in my heart,
not a cry,
or a whisper,
not a whimper,
or a sigh,
but there is a hallowness that I,
can feel.

There isn't a sound in my heart,
not a thud,
or a squeak,
not an echo,
or a creak,
but there is a hole with a leak,
unfixed.

There isn't a sound in my heart,
and if I,
ever had one,
it would not,
feel like this,
for this leaking hallowed darkness,
is silent.