My Heart Poem by Patricia Chapman

laying helpless on the floor,
nothing but a trible of blood
ans stillness

as i look down
at once was my heart
that beated ever sec

now...
it just lays there
helpless

with no warmth
to warm its pitiful
heart back up

all what is around
is darkness,
but as i look down

there it is right in front of me
im so scared to pick it up
what if i cant make it beat again

what if nothing ever changes
am i suppose to stand here and die
or better yet become nothing