Cracks
Cracks
Cracks
creep out of the hole in my heart
Splitting,
splintering me apart.
I
try, with hot tears, to seal them close –
Each
crack a canyon which my grief flows
Down
in streams of boiling tears;
This
grief only widens and deepens my fears.
I
wish to be healed! For this bitter rust
Corrodes,
like acid, my broken trust.
Cracks
like a web seaming me through
‘Till
pieces break off – first one, then two
Fall
and are lost in the yawning void:
Pieces
of me – lost and destroyed.
Alas!
Who will help me? I’m falling apart!
Oh, gather the pieces of this broken heart-
Oh, gather the pieces of this broken heart-
.
.
.
Wherefrom
the cracks came – wherein lies my soul.
Cracks,
reaching out with their clawèd hands
To
wrap my soul in shattering bands.
One
touch more and I break for good –
These
streams of tears turned into blood.
I
cry: “Will no one
heal this soul?
That
fears to be broke and longs to be whole?”
But
no - the silence reechoes my lack.
I
shiver. I break. I fall through the crack.
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AHhhhHHhHHhHhh This poem is stunning, and combined with the picture......it is heartbreaking </3 (Sorry, I had to :P)
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