"In The Mind Of A Lovelorn Man"

Just behind

the tarnished brass heart,

on a shelf of mortal sins of man,

lies a charred soul,

not burned

beyond all recognition.

Imbedded in it 

are chards of glass,

strewn upon

the path of a wasted life,

of a human being.

It lingers 

in the loveless dark,

remembering a series of events

of what it used

to be like to be human,

in the romantic world so genuine.

Discontented, contemptible,

darkened by choices

made in haste

by blind ignorance,

or hatred of self.

A place where love

once grew,

nurtured by tenderness,

gained by hope of life,

when love left, 

so did faith in the world.

Timothy Michael DiVito c2020

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