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Heart Darts
Here's to wishing
I could fit my life
neatly into a box.
But my emotions
are way too vast.
Trauma's too
in-depth
to condense the life
right out of them.
Craving simplicity
but ending up with
too much drama.
Why did they play
darts with my heart?
Then wonder why
I hurt so bad.
Why my eyes
cry tears
of blood.
copyright 2021
by Insomnia
(AJ Kline Robinson)
written Sunday, October 3, 2021
2:57 p.m.
Here's to wishing
I could fit my life
neatly into a box.
But my emotions
are way too vast.
Trauma's too
in-depth
to condense the life
right out of them.
Craving simplicity
but ending up with
too much drama.
Why did they play
darts with my heart?
Then wonder why
I hurt so bad.
Why my eyes
cry tears
of blood.
copyright 2021
by Insomnia
(AJ Kline Robinson)
written Sunday, October 3, 2021
2:57 p.m.
