Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Heart in Hand

I was leaving
A broken heart bleeding
Running fast
Carrying fists full of shattered glass

There was no feeling.
Only the sound of panicked breathing
I fell to my knees
Shards of my heart scattering far from reach
I tried screaming
" me put these pieces back".
My words only echoed in silence
Resounding the empty hollowness inside me