An Empty Hearth

Cold tiles mock my motionlessness
And the lashing ambers wavering in tempo.
Frost mourn crawls up with the misery
Knocking me tarnished a vacant chasm.
Severely loosen ties fell apart
Interlaced with fragile chastity
I fought to knot impoverished ends
To haul me out my drab incest.
Scorching emptiness atrophied my mind
As darkness devoured the muted home
The warmth of fire left the hearth
And all my senses had died along
I rolled my eyes of eternal child
To probe a dense and barren room;
Frilled wallpapers and absent figures
Yielded strength to form a storm.
A lone wolf astray the dark
Howling an octave of vital note.
Please vacate this lethal phase,
And leave my heart an empty room.

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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