My Imprisoned Heart Poem by Eben Thedreamer

yet another petal falls to the dusty floor.
each day another one looses it´s grip from my withering heart.
the fragile flower gains nourishment no more.
with hollow eyes i watch the flower slowly wither away, unable to help it further.
i´ve given it water, i´ve given it sunshine, yet it show no sign of recovery.
only one petal remains.
with a single, gentle touch.
i bid my farwell.
i fall down on my knees, close my eyes.
it is silent, my passing.
as i open my eyes i find myself in a bed.
it´s all a dream, but there remains a empty space inside my chest.
i reach across the bed and pulls out the drawer to the nightside table.
it´s still there, my chained heart.
safe from piercing arrows and crushing moments.
my imprisoned heart.

//DeadwingPoet