Poems to Feel

Dissection

Carving into my chest,

pulling out my own heart,

dissecting it on the floor

of my messy bedroom.

 

Listening for the beat,

hearing underlying sadness,

screaming out questions

“Why do this to me?”

 

“it’s not me”

it cries as it struggles to survive

the cuts and bruises

I just inflicted.

 

It’s that mind of mine,

the true antagonist,

the reason I feel

an eternal melancholy.

 

Go away!

unbind,

release,

bring me to peace

with my misery.

-d.c.

 

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