November Heart

 

My heart feels like November,

Not yet dead but getting colder.

For as long as I can remember

I’ve just been getting older.

 

Blood congeals in icy veins,

Unable to reach a conscious thought.

In the brain confusion reigns,

Nothing’s found if nothing’s sought.

 

Passion left a while ago,

Heart and head decided,

Where blood and thought no longer flow,

Love's empty space resided.

 

Feel no sorrow for my plight,

I got what I deserved.

Lost my feelings, lost my fight,

I got what I deserved.