Nea Kris

Let the pain flow

Holding my Heart

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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.


3 thoughts on “Holding my Heart

  1. 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)

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  2. Nice one! It’s hard to tame a wild heart!

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