Heart Beat

Thought I understood.

Thought I felt it.

Know I felt it.

But it’s different.

Every time it is different.

Heart failure.

A wound re-opened.

Shouldn’t I be dead by now? 

An empty hole.

Incomplete.

Struggling.

Hands, clinging to anything in reach.

Fill the hole.

Anything to fill the hole.

I don’t want to feel this way.

No smiles.

Only empty.

Holding myself together.

 

What is a lie and what is truth?

I don’t know.

I don’t know anything.

Broken.

Empty.

Here.

Alone.

Heart failure.

Flat line.