The Heart Illuminated

In an old ancient house

made with bricks and doorknobs of gold,

there he sat in his chair 

watching as the days grew old.

With a sigh he stood standing tall

walking towards the summer sun,

thinking of days with his one true love,

thinking of the way she held onto his gun.

As the sobs began to echo out and

tears streamed down his wrinkled face,

he took the chair and rope outside

and said his one last grace.

He hung the rope around his neck

and kicked the chair away.

The breaths he took no longer needed,

as he ended the tiring day.