The Death of an Honest Heart

In a world where shadows dance and play,

An honest heart did lose its way.

It beat with truth, so pure, so bright,

But found its end in darkest night.

Betrayed by whispers, lies untold,

A story of a heart grown cold.

It sought the light, it spoke the truth,

But met betrayal in its youth.

With every beat, it gave its all,

Yet faced a world that built its wall.

The gentle words, the kindest deeds,

Were met with scorn, unheeded pleas.

A heart so true, so rare to find,

Crushed beneath a world unkind.

Its trust was met with harsh deceit,

Its courage trampled under feet.

Yet even as it breathed its last,

Its legacy won’t soon be passed.

For in the echoes of its beat,

Resides a love, a hope so sweet.

Though honesty was met with pain,

Its spirit rises once again.

For every heart that feels its loss,

Will carry forth that noble cross.

So mourn the death of such pure grace,

But know it leaves a sacred trace.

An honest heart may fade away,

But truth and love will find their way.

David Winter