hardened heart.

a poem.

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love is lost and i am broken
as shattered as the shells that sever
beneath the soles of sullen strangers
who strive to find strength
in the shallows of the shifting shoreline

love is lost and i am empty
as hollow as the halls of hungry men
who hunt their herds and hamper hope
and find happiness in the havoc
and heartache hatched at their own hands

love is lost and i am changing
daft and desperate to find anything
other than doubt and despair in the depths
of the dampening darkness
determined to depose all dreams deemed deviant

love is lost but i am living
lambently laden by eyes and words
of those who look to lure what love is left
and level it to fit a limited lens
who treat lies as long lost literature

love is lost but i am learning
broken and empty aren’t permanent states
and change will always be the constant
my eyes and mind are meant to be mine
and their hate will ever harden my heart