Poem: Hopeless Heart

Please read: Hopeless Heart

Excerpt:

I hope no more for coming things,
.of houses, lands and soil,
nor praise that which my heart oft sings;
..no passions in me boil.
Instead I only long for sleep:
….no dreams with blood and toil.
Yea, happily I’ll dive in deep.
…..No more than a gargoyle.

 

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