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I Hide My Heart

I see your face in the frost
Lovingly carved in ice until the white disappears
and I see the truth behind your flesh

I am inadequate.

A torrential downpour of torrential rain rains upon your face
slowly melting away the remnants of beauty that I once saw

I am inadequate.

I have carved your face in the etchings of my heart
but the lines are fading

And I see your face in the frost, sometimes.

So now a fine layer of snow covers your eyes
and I forget to remember.

Perhaps the first snowflakes of an avalanche do not sow destruction.
And perhaps I am fool to think the future will not answer the past.

I hide my heart.
I am inadequate.

 

Inspired by: http://richardankers.com/2016/01/31/six-word-stories-broken-vows/

 

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I Cave In

With gritted teeth I tear at my chest and dig
bits of bone and flesh flying
only to find the heart empty.

And through tear filled eyes I blink at the remains,
blurred feet and blood pooling.

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

And so there is nothing to do
but stitch together the remains.
The thread protrudes, scars bold and evasive
but the thread is strong
the mould holding

And so to the sky, tear filled, hazy eyes
                               I let the air brush my cheek
   gently
And mournful howls rustle the leaves
                                 the  heart  is  pounding

And you latch on to the moment
This cavity feels full once again.

I Dream of Bliss

A dead heart.
Blackened and rusted, these sins have darkened
every crevice

and the gates of hell are closed
and burning embers flee for a moment,

Eyes shut. To charred flesh giving way for Gardens of Bliss
if only the chance is taken,

While the devils are chained up
and the gates of hell are closed.

Life can return to the dead and flaking heart.

 

I Fight Demons

There is a voice in my head that tells me only You can fill my heart
and the demons inside me fight it.

And I fight the demons

Knowing their whispers bring my destruction.

Sowing seeds of doubt, delicate stitching,

With thin, black string warping the tendrils of my heart
and thoughts flitting past,

I cannot catch them.

Fearing the day the blackness within me finds it’s way to my tongue,
after all, the soul emerges through conversation
and the tongue is a powerful weapon that can sow your destruction.

And I need to find the strength to fight them.

I Fill My Heart

He never disappoints,
No, never.

His Love drowns you until you weep for reasons
that reason does not understand,
A bundle of flesh and blood crying out to your Lord,
‘Let me love You! And fill my heart with You!
You never disappoint! No, never!’

Time passes as through a sieve,
Months and years pass as moments
until that moment is life.
And people come and go, and people love,
but people lack the strength to fill my heart.

He never disappoints.
No, never.

I Am Worm Fodder

Who dared to tell me that I am more then I am and what made me think that I am so significant,
When once I did not even know I existed and once I curled into the warmth surrounding me,
Dependant on one I had not yet met although I instinctively recognised her as my mother.

Today, I am aware of my existence yet tomorrow,
I may be worm fodder.               Six feet under
and these bones clothed with flesh will blacken until I am unrecognisable.
And those who love me will not know me.
Tomorrow a home will be built upon my bones
Not knowing I lie underneath,
Once thinking myself so high
Yet just as those before me,
I returned to my Maker.

I am worm buffet.                    Six feet under
and tomorrow I may return to my Maker.