I run through the forest like a madman being
chased by hungry wolves.
The thought of life without you makes me rip
the heart from my chest.
Blood trickles down my spine.
The wind whips through me as a razor thru flesh.
Slicing.
Cutting.
My tears in vain. I fall to my knees as my fingers claw
at the earth repeatedly.
My voice screams.
Nobody hears me.
Nobody cares.
My life is over. I have no heart.
I scream into the night until my voice
can not come from my empty, heartless chest.
Blood trickles from my fingertips as my
bones continue to claw the earth.
The thunder cracks loudly over head
as the rain continues to pelt my bruised and battered body
Beating me down farther and farther into the ground.
I am dying.
No heart.
No voice.
No you.

This poem came about after the end of a ten year relationship. I thought that I would die from the amount of emotional pain that I was going through. A year later, I am still alive. Time heals all things if you only allow it to.