The Quiet Breaking of a Mundane Heart

...the deepest pain is quiet.... (image c/o https://www.pinterest.com/)

The quiet breaking of a mundane heart

 

lies largely unseen, like a paper cut;

 

the pain that it renders is quick and deep

 

and only felt when a gentle hand sweeps

 

across the thin veneer of skin and blood

 

that houses a dam of anguish that floods

 

the walls, the chambers, the valves and the veins

 

turning them into crypts of self disdain.

 

How strange that silence takes longer to die,

 

and mundane hearts are so willing to lie.