The Heart

The Heart

A Poem by Elaenor Aisling
"

Take from it what you will. I cannot even explain it myself.

"

He stood

chest bared before the mirror

studying

searching

trying to find the heart

that lay within

if there even was one.

 

He sighed

ran a hand through tousled hair

Wondering

mourning

why he could not see

the heart within

If there even was one.

 

He sat

on the edge of the bed

sinking

drowning

in his quest and the blankets

He thought he’d lost the heart

if there even was one.

 

He sank

farther into his despair

wishing

longing

that he had begun his search

A long time ago for the heart

If there even was one.

 

He slumped

body contorted and limp

feeling

thinking

that he was merely a body

a shell without a heart

he doubted there ever was one. 

© 2011 Elaenor Aisling


Author's Note

Elaenor Aisling
Take from it what you will. I cannot even explain it myself.

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I love when others love the poems you write, and you're not sure why, or how, you wrote it! They seem to be the ones most adored.

And I adore it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Inexplicably beautiful :) I can feel his despair as he tries to find his heart and soul instead of being an object. I really enjoyed reading this!

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is a really great write I really liked this looking for a heart I get feeling and wondering where your heart may be. Great write!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling

Limerick, Ireland....I wish.



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I am currently a student. I write mainly poetry, a few short stories here and there. I love to read and write. Favorite authors include, Victor Hugo, J.R.R. Tolkien, Tolstoy, Wilde, Alcott, C.S. Lewis.. more..

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