I feel like ...

All the poetry in the world has been shattered
All the poets have gone mute
All the stanzas have been dismantled
All the rhyming words are in dispute

I’m an alphabet of one letter
Choking on faded words
I’m suffocating on alliterations
Black bruises and broken back bones

It’s almost like my pulse is dropping syllables
17 … 7 … 5 … 3 …
Empty pages of lost haikus
As flat lines race death to flee

This broken heart weeps of hurt -
Of false promises, of wounded memories
My broken heart weeps of hurt
As my mourning tears fall into elegies