Collection Of Poems: Feelings and Fears

Devoid of Heart.

A crucial piece is missing
Absent from plain sight
But the hole that remains
Is gaping, expanding outwards.

From the center
Of my being
To the very tips
Of calloused fingers

The emptiness grows
Exponentially,
As though the edge
Of the universe lay
Within my reach

But just far enough
That I cannot
Fathomably
Grasp
It.

To feel with heart
Is what I long for

But if it is found
It can never
Sit properly within
The abyss of my chest

As the slightest tilt
The faintest jolt
Will knock it loose

And condemn it
To irreparable despair.

Into pieces too small
Pieces too sharp

For one to collect
In their hands
Without drawing blood.