Death of a Heart

Piece by piece a heart dies
an unsaid word, a thoughtless act
each a nail in its coffin
hammered in with averted glances.
And from the grave rise
voiceless cries of unavailing pain,
sucking out sap drop by drop
to leave an empty shell.
In a phantom world lives on
a deluded soul,
not dead, not alive
to sojourn on fringes sans respite.