Heart of Hearts

November 28, 2016, Cairo, Egypt:


Image result for broken hearts drawingsBroken in silence, and dripping red
It ached and twisted but never said
A word. Not even a whisper of breath
That may uncover all such dread.

The way of life is to move on
That you would want a break in time
Is only good for the dreams of dawn
For how could the ticking miss a beat
Despite the enormity of your feat

Deep in the enormity of your feat
Is a heart of hearts, a kindly chap
A someone who never felt the pain
A someone who wouldn't kill for gain
A child of honest means and ends
A beautiful stray who lost the beat.

How hard you try to stop these sands
From sliding through your slender hands
But won't you know this now my heart
Despite the gravity of your claim
Such sands of time care not for pain. (c)

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