Hindered
I feel a hole, where once my heart lived
savagely torn from its place
tattered dead muscles give me pain
and slowly its driving me insane
still, I do not die
yet the vastness of its space
hinders thoughts in my brain
and deafens breath to live.
how the rivers of my blood have dried!
still i do not die
my limbs continue moving fumbled
and the sadness of my past
play on repeat in my thoughts
pushing waters of pain down my face
still, i do not die
No. torn hearts seep poison slow
hearts exposed, diminish and die
there’s no place to hide
diseased and ill, cast aside
still, i do not die
trapped in a well of sadness
where bleeding fingers scraped the walls
defeated, fatigued, unable to sleep
sitting in muddied, dirty waters
still, i do not die
