Heavy

What your feeling is “the heavy”. Like a brick sitting on your chest, squeezing your heart. As a strong hand would squish a ripe tomato in its grip.
The heavy can be no emotion at all or hundreds all at once. I have a heavy heart, a void rather where one should be. Now I have an ocean so deep in the cavity of my bosom. Dark and silent, screaming in colors, how can my absent heart bleed?
©2016dedhedpoet

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