Chained By Sorrow

July 19, 2009
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My heart is pulled
By my ankles

And as I walk
I am reminded of its past

I must always swallow my fear
Just to take my next step,
My next breath.
I trudge as I am followed
By the broken heart dragging
Across the floor.

Its motive to beat is weak
But it struggles to make it back
Sitting alone catching my own tears
It begins to slow

The sound of its drum
I fall onto the already shattered pieces
Only this time…
There’s no one to catch me.

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