The Howling of My Heart
I cannot sing without your touch.
I've known it from the start.
So stay nearby, lest all endure,
The howling of my heart.
I took this photo through the arches of a downtown railroad overpass to a portion of a mural painted on the far wall. When I saw the result, it so epitomized the anguish of loneliness and loss, the line, “the howling of my heart” just popped into my mind. Writing the rest of the poem was as easy as a root canal.
©2014 William L. Steen