Let bleeding hearts of the world unite!

Drenched in sorrow,

only those whose

hearts have been shredded

dare apply.

Deep calls to deep,

affliction meets misery,

grief grows rapport

like a second skin,

fitted like misfortune’s glove.

Heartache’s brine

seasons souls scrupulously

and breeds empathy

that is released,

spores of mercy,

descending like dew

on bleeding hearts of the world.

Let them all unite!