dilapidated.
my heart is like
the seething decay
of a torn down building
it takes time
but with one fatal push
just one tiny shove
anything, really
a huge chunk will come down
spraying everything everywhere
it could hit a few people along the way
and that is all everyone ever really cares about
the news reports say
RAMSHACKLED HOUSE SPRAYS DEBRIS, INJURING THREE
and then the construction workers
they will do their best to build my heart back up
but sometimes they do not do a well enough job
and, in time,
my weak, dilapidated state will return to the same heartbroken figure it was beforehand.
YOU ARE READING
untitled.
PoetryStars and painted candlelights are the only things that bother to keep me sane, these days. But it's okay. I know you're trying. (My first posted poetry collection)
