MY HOLLOW HEART
by Shawn Malzahn
"My Hollow Heart"
My hollow heart holds the emptiness of a lonesome life frozen stiff by the frigid frost of lovers lost and promises made but not kept. Invisible tears flow freely from bankrupt eyes possessing nothing left to give save the cold callous stare of a somber soul seeking the sensuous goal of a lovers love to share. Now I lay here languished indeed, deeply deprived the passion I need, wearily wandering the badlands of blundered relationships as a broken-hearted bachelor. Lost alone amid the fog of forgotten faces, holding high the lamp of love in search of something special, yet plagued by the perils of pessimistic perspectives, standing still as if bones were made of stone, sinking deep within the wells of my own self-pity. Helpless and hungry as a child staved for attention, so do I feel thus deprived such necessary nutrition, while forced to find a soul like mine within the world of wicked witches. Doomed it seems I'm hexed while held from the damsel diamonds shining bright, yet out of sight, soo thoroughly tarnished by the hands of another mans embrace. For the king without a queen is drab and dull like a dreamless night; soo incomplete I suffer sorely yearning her bare body braced before mine. With head held low the nagging of nostalgic nights invites my mind to reminisce, of partners gone so dearly missed, while crying high to the heavenly sky pleading for providence. When will the wishes of a weary man be granted by the genie of fortuitous fate that the sting of searing solitude be subsided within the belly of my being? Oh when will the lore of legendary love so solemnly spoke of by the hopeless romantic come to leave its lasting mark upon the hollow heart I hold within my hands? Oh when indeed shall this dream be dreamt, oh when indeed.
