My heart
was carved of wood
before being replaced
by sculpted glass
for it had once
been set ablaze
and mostly ashes is what remained.
YOU ARE READING
Little Black Notebook
PoetryDrowning in this incomprehensible, nonsensical darkness that tries to take over me, I release my filtered thoughts upon paper in an attempt to be set free.
My heart.
My heart
was carved of wood
before being replaced
by sculpted glass
for it had once
been set ablaze
and mostly ashes is what remained.
