Heart
It lay thereÂ
Broken into piecesÂ
Like a shattered chandelierÂ
All of the light drained from its chamber
Crimson red, bathed in bloodÂ
A frighteningly alluring colourÂ
It lay there motionlessÂ
Almost black with hate
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It rested like a raven staring off into the starry night
Begging for a breathÂ
Begging for lifeÂ
But all it wasÂ
A vessel of emotions bottled upÂ
Suppresed, CompressedÂ
Till it turned into a deep abyss of nothingÂ
The frost blue of my veins almost lethal
Looked dead and bloody cold.Â
It looked glossy in tearsÂ
Rhythmic beat palpating out of a soft peachy flesh.
A quiet orchestraÂ
Binding the strings of lifeÂ
Syncopating with my blood
It played with my psycheÂ
And brought hopeÂ
On the coldest daysÂ
And the darkest nightsÂ
When everything felt empty and out of reachÂ
When all my love was goneÂ
When my tears choked me till my dry throat felt bloody
Till my arteries tore out of my fleshÂ
It was still beatingÂ
My little Heart.
About the Author:
Meheru Alaspure is from Pune, India. She is currently studying in grade 9 and is 13 years old. She writes poems as a hobby. Poetry feels like escapism to Meheru. All her feelings, flowing as words, she puts down on paper.