42nd Poetry Post (Back from vacation)

Bleeding Hearts
Bleeding hearts dry up and numb
They pour out their life waiting for rescuers to come
But with every drop of blood sweat and tears it gets older
But with every drop of blood sweat and tears it gets colder
Not enough strength left on its shoulder
To carry its boulder

The Loner
Look pity and scorn
At the saddest loner ever born
Freak of nature
Needing more than you can nurture
It ain't his right
But he begs for a moment in the spotlight
Not even for someone to care
Just to acknowledge that he is there

Rage Against The Dying Of The Right
For times going way too long
The world has been going wrong
So that civilizations can no longer see the light
But I say rage, rage against the dying of the right
Our harmonies are in discord and so many have forgotten the song
Despite our will the road was too far and we weren't that strong
The distance is only met by a beam of light
But I protest rage, rage against the dying of the right
Warfare, famine, destruction, racism and death are the neighbors we're among
Because we live in a world where compassion and charity don't belong
But they live with love, truth and light
So I profess rage, rage against the dying of the right