A Heart

A heart without a home,

Without a country,

Without the burdens of the pain,

And agony.

A heart without those tingles,

Those feelings of pity,

Those frozen tears,

Muffled screams,

Of death and calamity.

A Heart

A heart without a name,

A nation or a place,

Just wandering, with bits and pieces,

Of everywhere,

No real emotions, not a single sigh,

And nobody to mourn it,

When it's in the sky.

Just a roaming heart,

With no history,

With no soul, blackened by misery,

Nothing at all,

Just a heart, not even with victory.

N.H.