Wednesday, August 31, 2022

Space

(I wrote a poem about how I'm feeling.)

My heart is a fist
clenched and forgotten
pounding tombstones in my chest

It is an anchor
ruthless, relentless
dragging me into the deep

It is a compass
desiring true north
but finding only chaos

My heart is a storm
Its raging rain clouds
shatter puddles beneath me

In my solitude
a shooting star
unwelcome and uncaring
sears my darkest space

My heart is on fire
I am undone
electrified within

A void searching 
for a soul in the night
Desperately seeking
the heart
that once mirrored mine

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