sometimes my heart is made of lead
and each beat spreads poison through my body
I become disoriented and before I know it my heart has changed
suddenly it is a stone
it's a stone tied to my ankle as I'm thrown off of a ledge into the dark
and yet again it evolves
it is a volcano
and at the last moment, I erupt
everything around me is turned to ash
My heart is a hurricane
dowsing everything I know in a layer of saltwater that finds its way out of my eyes
and at the end of it all,
when the elements that make up my heart have driven away every good thing
my heart becomes a star
one burning far to bright
the end of a life
only to collapse on itself when the time comes
a catastrophic phenomena resulting in the end of a heart
the birth of a black hole has began
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All The Broken Parts
PoetryMy struggles with day to day life consumed by anxiety, depression, and chronic illness. Welcome to my hell hole. The only way to cope is to write.
