Heartache

The winter eats into me

It snows in my heart

I always bear my heart

Naked outside of me

Like a tingling bell

But my heart is not

Of iron and steel

Thus I easily break it

Thorns, nails, and pales

Sticks in the blood (covering my heart)

Will I be taken from

The shadow of far night?

I'm hearing the sound of

Death breathing in my ears

A silence like

Under the wings

Of a dead bird

A silence like

The quietude

Of open graves

I'm hearing the songs of

The birds no more

Nor the wind, nor the whistling of

My own blood, in my ears.