Machine

Tue, 07/03/2018 - 21:12 -- aml2003

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

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