I Have No Heart You Notice It

at the very first glance
i see love

and i believe love
and i am
stable as a
foot on
the solid marble
floor

love is crowded
doubt rains
it is a chaos of
burns and
bruises

pain is like a
drought
love dies
love dries itself
like
a cracking field
it sings
emptiness from its
chasms

then everything
turns
into war

within, without,
limitless

understanding is nil
you sleep

you wake up seeing the
same reality
unchanged

one complains to the
city
i do not understand
the language
of your lights

what do you mean?
the posts ask

love is overcrowded
it is a market of
barbarian vendors

i am not buying
i am going home
without my hands

you notice it
i have no heart.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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