When Hearts Die

When Hearts Die

A Poem by D.J. Anderson

When hearts die, a magical darkness is born
The soul becomes tainted and black
The whirling and twirling of those lively gears
Slow and slug into an auto piloted existence
Words mean nothing but the dark holes from which they come
Life is but a mandatory misery forced by nature
A pitted hole resides deep in a sacred place within
Slowly spreading the venom of emptiness
Decaying the outer shell of that emotionless void

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When hearts die, the soul lives on
Not knowing, not doing
Existing, but never living
Wandering, but never finding
Like a zombie in a barren desert
It thirsts but knows not what for
It waits eternally for a nothingness in which it already exists

© 2015 D.J. Anderson


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Dont ever doubt yourself. I enjoyed it :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


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I don't know about not being any good as a writer.. I liked this.. we all have to start somewhere.. this is a good place to begin.. welcome to WC..

Posted 4 Years Ago


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D.J. Anderson
D.J. Anderson

Tucson, AZ



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My name is D.j. Anderson. I have always loved writing, but never really felt that I was any good at it. I was born in Tucson, AZ and raised in a small town in Oklahoma. I have several ideas for novels.. more..

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