Poems (Jordan)/Dead Hearts
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!