A golden heart, shining in the night
is pulled down into an abyss so dark
Deep in this breast it sinks leadened
Shall it, can it cast a hopeful spark?

Even a gilded heart can be burdened
by thoughts and feelings lost
Its warmth cannot withstand the pain
Creeping over the gold, silent as frost

And then with a crash, the heart falls deeper
What once was luminescent now lays tarnished
At last the taint and rust have claimed it
So lonely now, like a lovers lips left un-kissed

Quite the irony to be so bright
And yet be totally lost to black
This is a Poet’s pain, now stand up
Only you can bring your life back