A ruby heart which snapped and fell apart in
two as it couldn’t hold the jolts of young
lovers gone sour.
Those translucent blue veins where once ran the
streams of ancient Nile and Ganges freely like
the fountains of voluptuous youth,
Those courses now run parched and wasted.
On whose rocky banks civilizations of prosperity
thrived like transient bubbles-of hope, forever in
fears to be drowned in the folds of the foamy
azure shades.
That Herculean soul now frigid trapped in gory
casket as if a dilapidated mansion, outgrown
by ferns echoing in faint voices,
one more soul down!
one more spirit broken!
That soul gave up on life much before the mortal
body is laid to rest in the pits of ashen Earthen
grounds.
For Souls die young while body painfully longs
to get old! Souls die young!
