I kept my heart in a bell jar
shut tight
floating in formalin
in an antiseptic dark room
as I slept through a hundred years
hoping for a shaft of moonbeam
a touch on a blue moon night
Instead a scorching sun sent its rays
through chinks overlooked
and uncovered
drank up the cradling liquid
my heart dry and shrivelled
suffocated
and died
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Despondent yet powerful… Evidently we have all died more than once during the course of life.. But may be there’s a last bit of preservation or embalming done unknowingly, unavoidably… Poetry is ones such form…
Rather sad actually , albeit a matter of poetic courage to share a subject like this.
Immensely heart breaking poem.
Outstanding!!!
Thank you all for appreciation.