A heart-shaped hole
Echoes in the chamber of my chest.
A hollow shadow claws at the emptiness
Of my being, fighting the torment of a memory.
A memory of love and happiness.
A full-throated, ******* and incendiary
Comet, brash and proud in the face of cold, indifferent
Space, lights the nothing with a
Fire of everything.
The everything that grew in the
Jungle of time.
The brambles and the streams.
They grew from the heart of nothing to
Envelope the beast.
The covered the beast that lay inside:
Loneliness.
The bitter fruit once tasted
Forever lingers.
Taints all future
Endeavors.
Loneliness, that delicate
Thorn, pierces the soul with
An infinite lance until Everything
Is spilled out.
Purged. Forgotten.
Forsaken.
Until all that is left,
Is
A heart-shaped hole.