What's Left of My Heart
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Concealed behind a congenial mask,
hidden hurts levy a terrible toll.
And to feel one fleeting moment of peace,
I must defile both my body and soul.
Cringing all alone, wiping away tears,
I exonerate the cold edge of steel.
And lingering on the fringes of fear,
guilt admonishes me for how I feel.
Shards of insanity cut into flesh,
and my inhibitions begin to fade.
For anticipating instant relief;
my inner need soon empowers the blade.
With a keen awareness of each heartbeat,
I watch the drops of crimson flee my vein.
And anxiety slows its throbbing pulse
as the blood takes away my greater pain.
A feeling of reclamation follows
as I crawl into what's left of my heart.
And drowning my hurt in its scarlet pool,
I gather each piece as it falls apart.
(Quatrain)
2/16/2016
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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