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Peices of Lead

Poetry By: Joshalynn
Poetry


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Submitted:Oct 11, 2011    Reads: 22    Comments: 10    Likes: 3   


I killed my heart.

Yes I shot it dead.

It all ended with a few peices of lead.

It was the only way to protect what was dear to me.

I've learned from my mistakes.

Oh yes, I learned them well.

As the saying goes,

it's three strikes,

before we all go to hell.

I refused to lock my heart up,

because locks can be broken.

Keys can be stolen.

I couldn't put it in a gilded cage,

because cages can be cut,

and like a prize canary, taken.

I wouldn't put walls up,

because walls can be climbed.

The gaurds tricked and like a princess in a castle, kidnapped.

I denied myself the right to hide it,

because all things lost become found.

So yes, I murdered my heart.

In a brutal deed.

I stood in the cavity

and cut the throbbing arteries.

It fell to the floor in a bloody mess.

Still it beat.

So I shot it until it ceased.

And as I stood void to time.

As the last of the blood ebbed away,

it turned to dust and faded away.

I trapped myself some would say.

In this embryonic sac.

Frozen,

cold,

and stone.

But I saved myself.

I did what others could not,

and for the effort I was rewarded.

Because never again can I be hurt.

Never again can I be forgotten.

So yes, I killed my heart.

I did the bloody deed.

And now I sit in the jail of my own shell.

And wait for the true end.





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