The Closing Heart Poem by Matthew Holloway

A lonesome whisper
Amid an almost empty room
The dim light hides nothing
It only pertains the mood
Thoughts play upon reasoning
From where there is no reason
A hearts beat beckons answers
To the unrequited question
Too long another’s touch
Another’s heart had been evasive
The anger and the sadness
To all the things and possibilities
That have fallen away to nothing
Consume the mind entirely
A lonesome whisper
A thought seldom heard
Call for the heart to close and hide
So it may never again be hurt
So it closes to the world
An end to opportunity
The whisper of this heart
Love shall never be