The Mystery of the Heart

Written by:

Zerayn D.

His silence stirs the Phoenix’s flame,
dry skin, bright diamonds, dulling the same,
boredom lingers where fire should burn,
ignoring the details, he’ll never learn.

He seeks to be opened, like pages to read,
but the cover stays closed, his heart in need,
hidden by diamonds, his worth concealed,
the message of goodness, never revealed.

He strides with pride, towering high,
surrounded by gems that blind the eye,
a face without life, humor erased,
grandeur and wealth, but love displaced.

Rich in appearance, steady in stride,
yet empty inside, no warmth to confide,
a life so consistent, yet cold and untrue,
lacking affection, love’s hue.