i pushed in my eyes

and pulled out my heart

these things that feel

will kill me in part

it’s sadness and joy

more one than the same

to those that i fear

my heart is a game

lashing my back

a cold winter chill

face to the wind

my heart is a hill

onward i push

blind and uncaring

but is this all there is

or is someone not sharing

i feel a need in the

pit of my soul

something i want

more precious than gold

a gift i can’t have

a heart i’ve felt beat

this thing is now dying

and is pulling me deep

but perhaps inn time

the blood will slow

my tears will dry

my emotions will grow

into another i place

small part

but to them i wonder

do they know it’s my heart