Machine
everything stops working when my heart breaks
my bones creak and groan without an engine
my muscles grind to a sudden halt
my colorful thoughts turn gray and my mind freezes
my lips once full of things to say, refuse to release the simplest of words
the only thing i can feel is the broken fragments cutting my lungs
and agonizing hurt welling like blood in my chest
i cannot move
i cannot breathe
because a body without a working heart
is just a usless machine
This poem is about:
Me