Fay Slimm.

Naked Heart.

 

Naked Heart.

 

Come drug of sleep,
drop, heavy cloak of woolly mind that dulls clear thought

Hold me tightly.

Drowse my downbeat heart
and drown to calm the anxious weight of former hours.

Come chains of stupor,
let mood remain sans chill of knowing love can never be.

Night swallow me.

Let me browse on nought
and may an unassuming nothingness be my sole activity.

Come thick night
fall over me and hide my naked heart from further light.

Cover my ache

Dull me into unopposed
acceptance of crushed hope, make me hazy as I aquiesce.

Come half-closed eyes,
let sight not look again at joy\'s demise as dark holds sway.

Silence take me.