His heart a wound <br />brooding and dark, <br />he prays for days <br />when the clouds <br />will burn. <br /> <br /> <br />His heart a bruise <br />tender and shy, <br />he dreams of nights <br />made of marzipan stars.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-of-hunger/
