AH (12/21/1963 / )


Profound sadness
like a grey boulder
sits next to my heart
unbearably heavy in my chest
squeezing my lungs, my breath
demanding my attention
draining all I have
I drape it with a cloth of bright yellow
so I don’t have to see
it’s sick surface anymore

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I think you are in my head writing what I think. Profound beyond words. Amy