White Heart

White heart

By: emjozar

The wound inside me starts to bleed,

It goes slowly, it hurts indeed.

Breathing is not easy, I still want to live!

I’m almost dead, will you believe?

Moments passed, I fell asleep,

Sorrowful stories was left on my lips,

I want to shout and stand up with my knees,

But I can’t even move any of my fingertips.

New day came and I woke up,

I’m feeling so weary but then I dressed up,

I walked thru the hill and rested myself on the top,

I can see everything as I can see the world map.

While resting, I closed my eyes,

I can feel my tears as I can feel my heart cries,

After several hours, I gradually opened my eyes,

I saw myself, sitting down the hill, beside the tree where it lies.

I cannot accept the reality that I’m about to depart,

I was so sad, leaving myself far apart,

I didn’t even feel to be loved by someone near to my heart,

I died, it ends, and leaves a book of memories from my white heart.