No Heart
He has no heart
No essence or compassion
No soul, no spirit, no charity
No kindness and no passion
He has no love
No cordial tenderness
No zeal or beating drum within
No gentle graciousness
He has no understanding
No desire; no fond rapport
No sympathy or sweet accord
Just gaping open core
And yet inside he bleeds; he cries
He wants; he craves; he yearns
For all he’s lost; his wilderness
Where fire ice blue cold burns
Like pain that sears; frost bites so hard
Bitterness his delight
Alone; abandoned; so forlorn
Deserted in the night