Sitting In The Darkness Poem by Mary Roach

Sitting In The Darkness



I’m sitting in the darkness
Clutching the hole in my chest
My eyes are wet from weeping
That’s why I get no rest

The pains from my wound
Are more then I can bare
The blood is caked on my skin
And matted in my hair

This puncture is from a weapon
Far greater then knife or sword
It’s hurt me from the outside in
I feel like I’ve been cored

This injury upon my chest
Was too easy to prevent
When I gave you my heart
Breaking it was not what I meant

You have ripped my heart out
You’ve left me here to die
So I will just sit here in the darkness
And cry, cry, cry…

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