There's a thing inside my body,
I call it the sad bone.
It's really deep inside my heart.
But I've got to get it out!
PAIN
I've tried pills and therapy,
It stays firmly put no matter what
So today I'll try something new!
I take my knife, and I start digging.
BLOOD
Flowing down my body,
But too late to turn back.
I keep cutting, get to my ribs
Grab them with my shaking hands
SNAP
Hard to breath... my hand searches inside,
Found it. My heart. Beating like a birds wings
Got my heart in one hand, knife in the other
SLICE
Too much blood, I'm dizzy.
I reach inside my lacerated heart
And at last I find it, and take it out.
The sad bone lies in the palm of my hand
As I slump to the floor in the pool of red
It is gone at last and I can be happy
I smile and my eyelids flutter shut.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Days
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and stories that I've written. A lot of them are pretty sad and disturbing, so if you're sensitive to that kind of stuff maybe don't read them. There may be errors, feel free to call them out so I can fix them. Also som...
