Where do broken hearts flow?

 

To release...
the hue of anguish,
true joy... a foreign
language

it seems...

Too many fall victim
to these seams of
wonder, what's under
the veil of feigned bravery...

It tires me, the delivery
of blood's shaded misery

To go on, when one's not
really strong, the will wilted
into shards of a self long
gone, the house of cards
played out like the tales
of Babylon, maybe before
I babble on, the tide will
turn...

 To see, a sea churn
this chaotic heart
burn, anew
for the desire's
truth is found...

In the subtle
transition
of heart's hole
as it flows
straight into the soul...