My heart
Is like a clock
Ongoing day to day
Despite near mishaps
Ticking unconditionally
Tiny black box of wishes
Dismal disillusionment
Crashes and stops
Broken into tiny
Smithereens
Sickened
Stuck
You can feel the pain of a broken heart like millions of glasses hitting your chest cavity like a painful heart attack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Photo courtesy of my brother Joe Fadul. Thank you. : )