A Silent Heart Poem by John Florio

Everything looks like a dream,
after losing the treasures of heart;
They're webs of snares I deem,
and so my heart is scared of hurt.

Afraid of being set on the fire,
no more dreams it dares to have;
It'll burn just once on the pyre,
without hesitation; it's so brave.

It's silent, no sound can make,
bleeds quietly from the old hole;
I fall asleep but it keeps awake,
beating inside that keep my soul.

It has no more hopes and desires;
joys and peace are all it requires.