Cumbersome Mess

I wish to break 

To crack the foundation upon which we stand 



Wither away 

I will to cease 

This beating heart of mine 

Like the quiet after the storm 

And when the pieces tremble 

Drifting as they may 

Scattering in the wind 

Then I hope you will stay 

In this place

Shaken by greed of wanting

Where you can rest your weary bones



Fold this aching heart

Into a cumbersome mess

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