If only
my heart’s compartments,
Were as
orderly as a library catalog,
With each
emotion carefully stored away,
In the
right box,
With tags
neatly placed on the cubicles,
Giving
space to sanity,
To roam
freely in the life-giving organ.
But it
seems everything has been jumbled up haphazardly,
Cords
that had the heart connected to another,
Rudely
severed,
They dangle
precariously,
I trip
on these cords,
And as I
fall,
I cut my
foot on the shards,
Of my
shattered heart.
The
acute pain is numbing,
So numbing,
My tears
are frozen,
Hanging
from the tear ducts like icicles!
Oh how I
wish they would just fall,
How I
wish my body would be raked by those huge violent sobs,
And erase
these dark shadows engulfing me.
Just a
sigh,
A gasp
And the
crack in my voice when I try to talk
I lie
down
And feel
my heart, with all its crazy chaos,
Slowly dying
Giving up
on me!


