Shards of pain

Stabbing my heart

Cutting my soul

Burning my endurance

I refrain…..

Holding back the tears

to mark the cuts of agony

Hiding the facts that this pain is starting to take the best of me

Jailed within the limitations of agony

That no pain killer can numb

Such relays and impulses

Where the problem started

In my soul in infamy

If I were a boxer

I would be the Grand Champion

As I fight the signals of pain

and I pull from my heart and soul, these shards..

Of the broken glass which was my fragile jewel

Of a heart

Now shattered and needing glue to put back the pieces

To end another night of this existence without hearts and remedies that I need

As I hemorrhage and then wait for time to heal

these wounds that were part of my cut-up body

That infliction of heart’s disease

  and inner turmoil destroyed

to a point

Now I’m the tougher man, healing…

A safe holding memories and plans for a future

that no thief could ever steal.