to this
quandary
lithe and snared
this heart
it waits patiently
in quiet
pain
it hears about
how it will die
from the hands
of what it waits for;
broken in little pieces
like stabbing chest pains
a mind forgotten in sleep
& asunder
all is this
thing battered
tanned hide from sunlight in
that forgotten corner
broken dishes, and noise
wading through our silent moments
to sound
cherished.
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