The season of a broken heart is upon me.
Heartsick, this burning pain roars
within my stricken heart chambers.
The budding of my youthful heart,
my tempestuous squalls –
the wildfire of my youth.
A blooming summer heart
glowing with affection
in the light which I bask.
An aging, aching heart.
Hued Autumn days
to pale winter nights.
Within the furnace of my heart,
my desires hibernate.
So, I squall one last time.







In the furnace of my heart, my desires hibernate. favorite line
Haha, definitely a poem for the winter season, however, going through my archive I just had to post this now… 😉
Daniel
Powerfully penned, Daniel. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian