Poems (Jordan)/Dead Hearts

by Rebecca Queen Jordan

DEAD HEARTS

The heart once awake never sleeps again;
 Broken forever its dreamless repose,
For it consciously walks the paths of Pain
 Bearing Mem'ry's thorn-spiked, scentless rose.

But when Despair's heavy hand layeth hold
 On the hope still mightier than its woe,
Then the heart grows numb with a deadly cold—
 Unresponsive to touch of friend or foe!