Heavy in this deep well of remorse
No air, no light, no touch
slouched over keys
the heart tries to hide it’s self
Wanting to lead with the heart
I step upon yet another.
Climbing out of darkness on a ladder of other hearts.
About Me
- Mossy
- I suspect that I have a heart but it has been buried and now is held hostage in a little cup with a tight lid.
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Sometimes it's nice to rely on other hearts to help lead us out of our own darkness. Some people are really good at offering their love and support.
May I ask what keys you are referring to in this poem? The computer keyboard, or a piano keyboard? Something tells me that you, like me, use the computer keyboard to help get through the days.
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