like a late winter afternoon
as the sun heads for the west to its final resting place
daunting and confused here I am
faced with questions
the beat my heart used to skip turned into dead rhythms
no longer yearning for it,
the forbidden fruit and the lustful desires
now I am faced with empty looks and deserted thoughts
the warm blood that used to rush through my veins, long gone and now left with a cold shivering body
my prayers held back by the walls of my empty thoughts and,
my faith now fatal
emotions scattered, feelings bleeding and thoughts running wild
this golden heart turned rock and cold
naked, scarred and bruised
cold ******