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The Hindered Heart in the Hollow

Within this hollow,
the Hindered Heart doth lie,
crying,
sobbing,
crushed to pieces for the dozenth time.

The weeping willows offer little well deserved comfort,
for they only mumble and murmur in their eternal slumber.
The Sun dares not grace this horrible hollow,
while it still lies,
beneath the maniacal moon's watchful eyes.

The vines that hang off the willows kiss the Hindered Heart's limbs,
making the King's job of rebuilding Humpty Dumpty, who fell off a wall,
simple enough that to challenge the chore would require extreme gall.
They try, try, try over and over,
to no avail does the Hindered Heart get a good once over.

Then it speaks,
"He toys with my heart,
how long 'till we are apart?
The wind will soon blow,
through this vacant hollow,
which currently serves as my soul.
My heart has now whithered to this icy block of coal,
but hopefully this feeling will soon depart,
and I'll feel better on the 'morrow."

The weeping willows weep once more,
for the Hindered Heart cannot heal its deep sore.

Within this hollow,
the Hindered Heart doth lie,
weeping beneath the cruel world's eye.

I watch && softly sigh, as the tears I cry, mix with the rain that falls from the moonlit sky.

Tonight's the night I hope I die, or at least stop living in your lie.

Please Set my heart loose, let it fly, until the tears stop falling that I cry.