Paper Hearts Crumble to Dust
By: Nash
the art of my soul jotted on white space
simplified. for readers to comprehend.
dumbing it down... for the special cases
revealing the gold covered luggage -
my brain contains.
a station in my soon discountinued life
suffices... it dies down slowly with my soul.
a leave so bold... like a crawling leaf...
getting too old for a tree.
crawling through the air as a predator -
finding soil to eat.
but soon it's soil that eats me...
-I'll breathe dirt.
I'm hurt... dying inside...
my outside's just fine!
but I don't have a string widths choice
or even a fabric of time -
to tell everyone I love goodbye.
-so I write.
I write my heart on paper to them all.
goodbye...
the cancer takes me now,
and crumbles my body to dust.
it grabs hold of my heart and
stops the beating. while my friends -
and family are left behind reading.
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