A dead heart.
Blackened and rusted, these sins have darkened
every crevice
and the gates of hell are closed
and burning embers flee for a moment,
Eyes shut. To charred flesh giving way for Gardens of Bliss
if only the chance is taken,
While the devils are chained up
and the gates of hell are closed.
Life can return to the dead and flaking heart.
AWordofMine - Poems & Musings 
This one is my particular favorite
Thank you very much!
So dark…I love it! I don’t know why, but when I write (or attempt to write) poetry, my mind slips into the shadowed places. When I read poetry, I seek out darkness and angst, thus this one of yours, I feel…will definitely read more of your offerings. Of all the classic poets, Edgar Allan Poe is my favorite.
Cathy
I prefer darker poetry too. But honestly, I don’t read many poems, it’s only if I come across something on the internet. Although I do get told that I should read more lol.
Thank you.
Thank you for liking my poem, True Spring. I enjoyed reading some of your poetry.
Thank you for reading my work too!
It’s a nice poem here. Bravo!
Your use of imagery is marvelous.
Thank you!
This made my skin tingle. I love the imagary.
Thank you so much!