Dead Heart Poem by anna E
Dead Heart
She sits as these notes cry.
Grabbing on these tears, to hold.
Whaling of the air, then maybe the death will hear.
To hearts desire of it all, ripping to bleed out for the full hungry.
Circles she goes again, breathing slower now.
The tears fall together now as one.
Shocks to this heart, of this white hard
One beat.... a pause... now two beats.
Alive again of this dead heart.
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5/2/2024 11:02:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Awww! ! ! This is so sad, like most that I have read so far. I love the imagery and sound. I can almost hear her crying song.