my hand seem steady now
filled with dark earth
that i toss reluctantly
into the grave you dug
for my heart.
i see it its last pulsations
almost as if it found its epiphany
in the deep shadows
where you once found me
with your smile.
the cold february air
wraps it with an essential numbness
as it drifts off to a silence
as loud as the anguished howl
in my perseverant brain.
i mourn for my heart
slipping from your shaky grip.
strange how strong inertia feels
when you hit bottom,
the sound of sadness
is unbearable.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 1:13 PM UTC
my hand seem steady now
filled with dark earth
that i toss reluctantly
into the grave you dug
for my heart.
i see it its last pulsations
almost as if it found its epiphany
in the deep shadows
where you once found me
with your smile.
the cold february air
wraps it with an essential numbness
as it drifts off to a silence
as loud as the anguished howl
in my perseverant brain.
i mourn for my heart
slipping from your shaky grip.
strange how strong inertia feels
when you hit bottom,
the sound of sadness
is unbearable.
