Curse this heart
my golden heart of mine.
It refuses to let go
of the darkness
that has withheld me.
My heart of gold,
so dense,
so thick,
it is like trudging through a swamp
of sincerities and sorrows.
A heart of gold is a curse,
as cold as arctic ice,
never loosening its hold
on the thoughts that makes it worse,
thoughts of my deep, dark depths
and my tiny, tireless tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation from the heart. Thanks for sharing, Josef.