Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 5,961 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Life Without Love Is A Hermit’s Charade - Poem by Mark Heathcote

There are hearts in a charade
That can never be lit
Whose shining patina is constantly on the blip?

With bricks, trowel and a spade
They’d build a concrete wall.
Never; allowing, their inner selves to glow or pall.

They’ll live alone and can’t be dissuade
It’s a hermit’s life for them, again.
Until, their final amen.

Their fatigue is to be buffeted
And unloved, but I’ll say it again…
Their hearts are living in a cold charade.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 2, 2013


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