Wanton

My heart feels like iron
The weight of love measured
It sits with an anchor unstirred
In the center of an ever drying desert

My heart feels the gravity of burden
No hope or pill will cure it
The ache laid down its verdict
One heart remained imperfect

© Delia Ross. 2019

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