The silence batters my heart;
foolish old man!
I walk swiftly past doors, marked
Jealousy and Desire,
pausing outside Love -
wherein, I once did dwell -
I offer my key
but it no longer fits.
I wander on, tearfully,
aimlessly; lost...
and the silence batters my heart.

Comments
Highhat | April 29, 2011 - 07:39
I liked this poem. It's past and not passed- 3rd line
threeleafshamrock | April 29, 2011 - 07:46
Thanks Highhat...and thanks for spotting the ridiculous mistake lol
Chris ;)