if my heart could play music,
like a jukebox in an old cafe
it would sing songs of sadness
of loss and pain
of emptiness and shame

sorrow wrecking its reverberations
flowing air easing out a windpipe
it suffocates me and yet haunts me.

if my heart could weep
blood would run dry
eternity would be but a drop away
yet tantalising it would yearn

A youth so wasted
a life so pasted
narry a kind thought could manifest
if only peace could prevail