Pinched
My heart is pinched
and pulled with twist
until the pain
is sharp and shrill.
It leaves me heavy
without smile
and cuts me into
fragment shards.
It pumps me into
nothingness
without an edge-
without a goal.
The light is hidden
far from me
and so I rock
in deathly black.
Joy Weare.
23rd August, 2007.
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