Yesterday I wanted to end the whole project right here with this dark and hollow heart.  
Just stop and say that’s it.   All I’ve got.  This says it all. 
 No more healed hearts.   I got nothing there.  Done.  
 I have these days.

Requiem for a Hollow Heart

These empty bones

stand all alone

where beating flesh 

once made a home.

The birds of prey

have had their day 

so dust can weave

its sad bouquet

Who will hear these cries & moans?

Who can resurrect these bones?

River of tears now

spent and dried to

desert stretching

endless, wide

Mirage of water 

disappears

into the blackness

stalking fears

Who will hear these cries & moans?

Who can resurrect these bones?

Tissue shadows

scream & shout 

Feather whispers 

death & drought

Pierced with thorns and

Pierced with doubt and

Pierced with flames that soon burn out

Who will hear these cries & moans?

Who will resurrect these bones? 

Twisted tangled

Rusted out

Gnarled with dark despair

and doubt

Contorted into 

raw confusion

Descending to a sad conclusion

Who will hear these cries & moans?

Who will resurrect these bones?