Albatross
The darkness
It surrounds me
It surrounds my heart
I feel it engulfing me
More and more
It grows larger and larger
With every breath
Every second
It is so hard to explain
My heart is heavy
Sad
Weak
It is dying
This I know
For I feel it
Growing weaker with every beat
Every single solitary movement
My pulse gets slower with each passing day
Each passing hour
Each passing second
It is so hard to explain it
It is like death is taking over my body
Yet I am not dying
Not yet anyways
Eventually death will come
Not today though
Maybe not even tomorrow
But it will come
And my heart
My heart
Is preparing itself
For when it does eventually
Have to stop pumping the blood
For when it eventually has to stop beating
Copyright © Shyla Contreras | Year Posted 2015
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