Lost Passion

Frail of all frailties
And grief of all grieves
Live in my vacant heart,
It hangs delicately on an aged wall by thin thread of hope,
Held in place by a rusty nail of stubborn belief.
Sorrow has crept to every corner of my heart
Flooding it with misery and confusion.
Where once stood an oasis of passion
Is now a desert of lost affection,
It weighs down my heart with trouble
And breaks it into disbelief.