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A Nail In My Heart

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CrumbledWings

Published: Apr 17, 2014

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In my heart

There's a nail

Protruding long

Outside its core,

In my hand

There's a hammer

Leaving me a choice

To pull the nail free

Or leave it to rest

In the center of my soul.

And this nail

However deeply it stabs

Or loosely it traps

The litter of dreams

And hopes I've trapped inside,

Gathering them together

To be displayed like

A dying tribute

To a once loved species,

A once treasured creation,

Decides my fate

And traps my destiny.

And though I know the nail

Needs to be removed

To release my heart

Of its futile struggle

To hold a collection

Of dying memories,

Every time I feel the nail loosen

As I've grown to older,

Less naive,

Less hopeful,

Every time I grab that hammer

And smash it against

That obvious futility

Against that nail

And watch as new cracks form

While the nail

Is pushed deeper inside,

Crowding these beautiful

Useless hopes,

These regrettable dreams

Further inside

Till the day

They might finally find

A home inside my heart

Or possibly

A grave.

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So, yeahhh another piece on the disillusionment that comes with age (sorry if I spoiled it for you). Hope everyone enjoys.
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MORDKEY

May 16, 2014

thanks for the reality of life

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