The Solitary Heart

The solitary heart knows to many secrets
Too many tales have passed by unheard
The wistful dream often forgot
Is remembered with a solemn relocation
The loneliness seems unforgiving
And offers no respite to the heart
Alone in all its sweet devotion
Wishing it could be found someday
That love would mean more than a word
The anger, such anger felt at a world
Which seems to offer no friendship
No words that speak to care
The solitary heart weeps and pleads
To be free of love or bound to it
No longer alone watching on
What has been felt and thought
What dream like stories once imagined
The solitary heart know them all
And none have ever been heard

poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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