I was writing this poem about my heart as it is right now. Then I remembered that my brother also wrote one about his heart one day.
I will post them both.
Asleep and perfectly still
A heart that once was full of life
Petrified by unfortunate events
Black from the evil inside the tissue
Shattered dreams clogging the arteries
Yet still able to function normally
Descriptions of my own lifeless organ
I carry around a damaged shell
Riddled with Rot and motionless skin
Afraid to uncover what’s on the inside
– William Shane Ellis –
Love ya bro