Wounded, bleeding, left in a mire of crystal shards <br />of tears, figuring in the future of heart's solace <br />as it weakens in lapses of love given it in time. <br /> <br />Nothing matters in the light of wisdom or daylight, <br />because we are all encased in absolute foolish <br />thoughts on how to prepare for our future as we <br />fall constantly on our faces, never being able to <br />stand our ground. <br /> <br />Trusting in all the wrong things and being left <br />forlorn and alone with lasting glances of saddened <br />blossoms left lying in poetical interludes.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/future-of-heart-s-solace/
