The Hearts Demise

Tue, 11/12/2019 - 03:56 -- Roba

Bruising it with a knife 

healing it with a cut 

 

Brushing it with a sigh 

breaking it with silence 

 

Silence I hear it 

so deep it could stop it 

 

Beating, beating so fast it could end it 

A life without living 

Inside it's fading 

Slowly it's dying 

Is it time, NO! It's lying 

Panic it's steaming 

Why isn't it breathing 

No why is it burning 

Shhh now it's sleeping 

Wish I could wake it 

I cannot accept it 

This poem is about: 
Me
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