Woke up this morning with the world
standing on my heart
pushing
tearing
crushing
and burning
Could barely open my front door
which in the past had been so yeilding
now a stone
to be rolled away
Woke up this morning with the world
standing on my heart
This weight is one that hangs in the air
mass heavy
camera ready
it talks lives and breathes with a lumbering elegance
and it is waiting
Woke up this morning with the world
standing on my heart
a strange strangling noise in the night
a fluttering heartbeat against a painted moon
the sensation of loss of life from lungs
leaves me lisping
and gasping for
hope
Woke up this morning with the world
standing on my heart
Many faces and one form
black bleeding
no band aid will fix
that old strange fruit
returns
Woke up this morning with the world
standing on my heart
Every inch of me aching
I run from it
under canopies of memory like it is the monster
in a movie
where I know the ending
Praying that I wake up
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