wounded, stabbing silent pain, so deep it aches.
unwept tears behind these eyes.
the prison of pearly whites block exit or entrance
of healing streams.
endless cruelty in action, words...
a sword drawn to the weak,
snuffs a soul from light or hope.
sensitivity misunderstood,
ridiculed as the weakened heart
lays blistered with neglect,
emptied of it's love.
it's been said "the heart is a lonely hunter..."
such is mine. to that i say amen.
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*The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter is
the debut 1940 novel by Carson McCullers
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