Standing here looking down
What do I see inside my hands,
my beating heart right from the start
I tried to give it to you I tried something new
but now I stand alone in the dark looking down at my heart
holding it to my chest trying to catch my breath
i drop to my knee's and beg it please
to keep on beating its pulse fleeting
I scream someone help me
but theres no one around
i try to put it back in, theres no use trying
it wont fit, my body has rejected it
my chest is closed leaving it empty
but still look at what i see
a bleeding heart left in my hand
once belonging to a man
what should i do should i just quit
should i just abandon it
or keep on trying
nurse it back to health and try again later
but who knows maybe next time the pain would be greater....
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