I am holding my heart,
It beats on my palms.
Blood is dripping.
I locked my eyes,
Staring piece of meat down.
Weird feeling.
I am furious.
Fingers squeeze living shard.
Wince of pain.
Need to forgive myself.
My real life is right here,
Not a game.
Let my hands down.
Put the heart back in my chest.
Deep breath, please.
You full of hatred,
BUT! Everyone makes mistakes.
Let it go, find your peace.
Sometimes I take out my heart to stare it down and tell it to behave. I relate to your dark and stunning poem very much. (PR)
Thank you! Hearts must be disciplined well, mustn’t they? 😀
Nice one! It’s hard to tame a wild heart!