My lungs
Are rotting
Overgrown
With moss
And mildew
They're becoming
Their own ecosystem
Within me
Dirt fills them up
And pond water too
They have algae
Growing on them
They're rotting away
For so long
My lungs
And my ribs
Have served
As the perfect fortifications
Around my heart
And now they rot
Crumbling down like medieval walls
Who now
Will protect my heart?
I threw the key to it
To the bottom of a lake
Long ago
Afraid
I didn't think
I needed it
I want
To go diving for it
Now that my lungs are rotting away
But I don't know
If I'd be able to find it
Among all the other
Mossy keys
My lungs are rotting
And my heart is vulnerable
I just pray
It isn't you
That finds the key
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
