Eyes burned wide open
can’t cry anymore
Numb to emotion
’cause I’ve seen it before
Nothing tugs at my heartstrings
No harp strings to play
’cause the instrument’s broken
Strings are all frayed
The bird that is Hope can’t perch or sing
an’ she’s getting so tired of flappin’ her wings
No heart to land on
Just bits on the floor
No respite, no Inn
Then
No Hope anymore
ariaphoenix 
I experience this poem as one of your best. You have captured the depth of unrequited yearning. “Eyes burned wide open”, what a startling and poignant expression.
-Lisa
Thank you, Lisa.
Beautiful!
Thank you!