Heart
It lay there
Broken into pieces
Like a shattered chandelier
All of the light drained from its chamber
Crimson red, bathed in blood
A frighteningly alluring colour
It lay there motionless
Almost black with hate
It rested like a raven staring off into the starry night
Begging for a breath
Begging for life
But all it was
A vessel of emotions bottled up
Suppresed, Compressed
Till it turned into a deep abyss of nothing
The frost blue of my veins almost lethal
Looked dead and bloody cold.
It looked glossy in tears
Rhythmic beat palpating out of a soft peachy flesh.
A quiet orchestra
Binding the strings of life
Syncopating with my blood
It played with my psyche
And brought hope
On the coldest days
And the darkest nights
When everything felt empty and out of reach
When all my love was gone
When my tears choked me till my dry throat felt bloody
Till my arteries tore out of my flesh
It was still beating
My little Heart.
About the Author:
Meheru Alaspure is from Pune, India. She is currently studying in grade 9 and is 13 years old. She writes poems as a hobby. Poetry feels like escapism to Meheru. All her feelings, flowing as words, she puts down on paper.
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