From the ongoing serial fiction story, “You Don’t Get to Say Goodbye” on the site, “Fictions Footsteps

Broken Heart

Dreary become the days of solitude and loneliness
Beacon-searching no longer a thing
Sad songs resonate with a wounded heart
Tears released as the songstress sings
Too much sadness, too little joy
Heart too mangled as an abused little toy
No respite for a deep-feeling soul
All that remains is that abysmal hole
The one in his heart open, inflamed
The one left to fester, unexplained
Hope, a faint, far distant memory
Hope, a fading, far distant memory
Hope, a dying, far distant memory

Dreary then, the days of solitude and misery…