Dying Soul

There are times in our life
be short lived or lasting years,
when you feel as if you are just
going through the motions daily.

Empty of feelings, empty of pleasure.
Nothing satisfies,
 for you have no desires.

Hearts are meant to love
but all of us have sinned until we no longer trust.
Betrayal, disappointment, not being protected,
leads to our painful hearts.

Like a long absence, like a sudden bell,
the night doles out the sound of the heart,
raining, darkening at sunrise, on a dying soul.

Michael Palmer

this was based on a conversation I had with a date once. I liked what she shared, and this little poem came out of that conversation.