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Once I had a heart,
a colourful benevolent heart.
Once I had a heart,
a heart with happy hormones,
a heart that feels every emotion,
a heart that loves to beat.
Then something happens,
someone stabbed a knife in it,
squeeze it's all colour and
turned it into lifeless like a stone.
I was standing there,
helplessly watching his betrayal,
trying to hold my heart before it breaks into pieces.
But I can't able to hold it.
It shattered into pieces,
Its colours fade away,
and transform it into a black one.
Once my heart was home of
dopamine and serotonin.
Now it is running by adrenaline,
which is only triggering my anxiety and depression.
My heart is now burning like a bushfire
and metamorphose into ashes.
Still, I'm trying to be reborn like a phoenix,
trying to reform it from ashes.
Finally, I'm able to do it
My heart again starts beating,
beating to fulfil its desire,
beating to turn more black.
Yes, a black heart
which is beating with the rhythm of
'fight and fight' rather than
'love and love.'
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Cluster of Feelings
PoetryPoetry is not just made of some words, It's a bunch of feelings and emotion. A poetry has the power to heal someone as well as has the ability to break them into pieces. You just need to feel the emotion. "Cluster of Feelings" is a poetry book where...
