Silently,
he wept.
The sullen
stillness
weighed
on his heart,
like water-filled
balloons,
too heavy
to hold
and dropped.
And broke.
Like the water
escaping
from the balloons,
so, too, does
his heavy
heart spill
water-filled tears.
The remaining
drops, drip,
one-by-one,
counting out,
the beats of
his broken heart.
The scratched
record played
a slow,
blues rhythm.
The woeful dirge
drum beat deep,
intoning the mournful,
will-less,
silence of fears.
The thump
of the heart,
in time,
with the
quiet shadows,
showed his
soulful sadness.
© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
❤ ❤ ❤
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