Disheveled Heart

Disheveled Heart

O’ wretched soul, disheveled heart

The passing years have torn apart

All hope of dreams, my gentle youth

I am resolved to face the truth

That each day born of loneliness

Tore at the heart inside my chest

I can’t abide to mourn the loss

Of my beloved, nor the cross

That I have carried far too long

With fragile arms that once were strong

Arms that held him close to me

That soothed his brow so tenderly

Reassuring all my love

And now I am so guilty of

Letting go for fear I’ll die


©Kay Salady


Image Credit:  Black and White Photography by James


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on November 17, 2015, in Kay Salady Poetry, poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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