The heart was heavy as lead,
Stiff as a corpse,
It could hardly bend.
It was distraught,
Sinking deep,
As would a man in sand during drought.
It sank and sank,
Seduced by gravity's pull,
Cheated by life's attractive lure.
This heart had never been to such depths,
A heart that thought itself strong,
Had never imagined it could travel such lengths.
It craved peace,
Even though it would come as a lease.
The depths were chilled,
Slates of ice coating it's hide,
Like it were an armoured shield.
The low temperatures slowed it's rhythm,
The angel of death smelt an incoming collection.
But no!
This heart was a die hard.
It fought with little strength,
It hang on at low depth,
With grim determination.
The heart was smart,
The heart remained grudgingly calm,
Another day was yet to come,
It had picked its card,
Praying that there would be heat,
A flame hot enough to rocket it back afloat,
For the highs and lows of life it realised,
Very much imitated the changing seasons!
