This heart of mine
is far too heavy to hold

and I am tired of its weight
and the endless rain
of clouds thundering within
This heart of mine
a broken war-torn city
heaps of concrete rubble
spikes of iron that used to
hold its structure
now reach bare boned to the sky
impaling anyone who falls.
This heart of mine
an open wounded pit
and the dead buried in mass
heaped within, like layers of time
one on top of another, and another
the stench of death and sorrow
rising to the surface of my throat
This heart of mine
a constant reminder
of all the ways I’ve failed
or hurt, or burdened,
become the ruination of others
shouldered its flagrant disrespect of love
and let it scar my skin
This heart of mine
tear it out, someone please
it is useless and cancerous
a mutinous organ
that clouds my reason
and seeks to destroy
myself…others…
This heart of mine
has no place in a good world.