Piercing Heart


My heart is a prisoner tortured by the silence, distance.

If it weren’t mute from torching his tongue,

you would hear a scream that couldn’t be forgotten.

A touch, a glance is all it needs to crack these nightmares that cage him.

But returns, the darkness, the hole that spans eternity but felt in this instant…

Piercing me, It has consumed me.

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