My Heart Complains Poem by Laala Kashef Alghata

My heart is heavy but empty. I'm tired
of lugging it around, of leaving it hanging
like a pendulum with the string tied
somewhere near my throat.

My lips are parched, they're looking for
reasons to smile. My heart is heavy
with the burden of remembering.

I fell in love once. My heart took it.
Now that boy is back, and my heavy heart
doesn't want any part in this. It knows
this won't end well. It beats hard and fast.

It warns me it will not put up with any mess.
It had its age of clutter, it says, and it likes things
sterile and clear.