foxtrot

my thousand pound heart

lie dormant in my chest

feeble now from the effort

bumbling softly through my sweater

I don’t notice the warmth anymore

 

cold wind stings my cheeks red

(the most blood I’ve felt in days)

dust in my lungs coating every word I say

the passion is gone

I wish I could see the sky

This poem is about: 
Me

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