A silent
breaking heart
cries
and slowly
dies
from within
sleeping city streets.

Hope,
cast aside
in her gutter,
overwhelmed
by a fatal torrent;
tortuous
relentless
longing.

A heart crying,
for that is all
left within,
before collapsing
on herself
and quietly dying.

None can save her.

The strength;
the life,
eroded by
empty promise
and
putrid lies,
withers
to touch,
hidden
from touch,
desperately aching
to touch
another.