heart on the page

 

The hurt and agony

of spilled tears

cascading upon the page,

Little rivers of memory.

Coursing rapids of rage.

I let it all flow,

starting as a slow

word rivulet,

trickling downstream.

I feel my eyes fill,

with painfully moments

and bad dreams.

A flip book animation of

a happy face turned sad.

The page left like a wet rag,

as my eyelids slowly sag

under the wall of tears

ready to erupt.

A dam ready to burst,

searing heat fills my cheeks,

the reservoir,

close to breaching its defences,

starts to release.

I left a bit of my heart 

on the page

that day.

I left my soul 

for all to read,

I left my rage,

to lay.

I left all I had to bleed.

I left my heart,

bleeding, still beating,

pumping a rhythm

over the paper.

I watched as the blood

became letters,

then faded unto vapour.

 

 

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