Day 26 – My Heart

by Owaiz


Why write 500 words today when everything can be aptly described in less than 100?

“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.” ― Arthur Golden 

Winter came but the fall never ended
no leaves now, my heart, parched, dry as dust

“How can one live with such a heart?
Long ago I gave up singing
to it, it will never be satisfied or lulled.
One night I will say to it:
Heart, be still,
and it will.” ― Margaret Atwood 

Soon, then.