My Heart

It died.


I am not
          at all sure
                    when

But I do
          know
                    how

It survived
          for years
                    in the dirt

Trod upon
          enduring
                    agonies

One day
          I noticed it
                    was gone

Went back
          to look and
                    there it lay

Pale and
          still and
                    shriveled

Starved
          and hurt
                    and neglect

I gathered it
          it up and 
                    buried it

Deep then
          mourned its
                    unseen passing

Now I
          just exist
                    hollow

Hard
          bitter
                    cold

Continuing
          this journey
                    through

The world
          dry and
                    lifeless

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