The Soul Of My Pulsing Heart Poem by R. Ariffin

These days are heavy with irresolution
That crumbles down like hateful hail
Butchered hopes and beaten dreams
Are freshly hanged by the nail

Somehow you’ve made yourself absent
From the soul of my pulsing heart
The sound of stars and wavering ocean
Are now blinded and silenced apart

My heart is beating into nothingness
Wading towards darkened silence
Burning and withering to the last
In response to your abhorred absence