Frozen Heart (Poetry)

By the unyielding organ

Perched upon my chest,

Vitrified by a thousand aching promises—

I beg of you,

Do not proclaim me lost.

For as subtle equinox descends upon the soul,

And the embrace of darkness induces serenity

And ghostly frigidity,

I recount my blessings and

Morality bears sweet enthalpy.

Gentle compassion;

I feel my heartbeat

Soften.

It amounts to little because

What is not seen is not begotten.

They cast bitter gazes upon the miserly,

And still think me the same.

And yet! And yet!

Apricity denies intolerance!

You feel, do you not?

(And I believe this with all my

Glacial heart.)

But still I beg of you—

Heed me!

My breast cascades

With the gentle trickling

Of remorse.

Oh, I beg of you—

Have patience for me!

I wish to produce for you

A gregarious warmth so clement,

They shall seek sanctity

In the fore-despised.

Gift to me your understanding,

For I am human!

And I confess a heart of frost.

By the deliquescent organ

Perched upon my chest,

Softened by a thousand tender promises—

I beg of you,

Do not proclaim me lost.