Soulless Man

Heart of a thousand broken pieces
like gravel or ground glass.
A billion microscopic splinters
that tear the flesh apart.

Intense internal bleeding
yet all beneath the snow
drowning, in fullness of own blood,
none of which will show.
Pain without expression
in the ruptured void below.

Like a tyre with a thousand punctures,
the air of feeling can never fill.
Intensity of emotions, capacity of receiving,
never again to know.