Best Poems Written by Zachary Truhan

My Place

My heart wishes to stop beating.
The strength I have to go on is fleeting,
as I have no way of competing.
She has a granite shell but a heart made of cotton.
To make her worry for someone she used to care for would be rotten.
So she doesn't see my despair, when she is near I take 
the knife and carve a smile on my face.
I sit their in the ground as she walks by, 
and I know I have found my place.

Copyright © Zachary Truhan | Year Posted 2015