heavy...

I

To feel so ruined

It is a funny thing

Breathing breaths of heavy air

Even that is a burden.

It heaves and chokes its way out

While stepping on the palpating heart

Pushing its soul down

Hurting, writhing, crying

As it destroys all in its path.

Happiness is only fine as a momentary lapse of reality

But ruin is the burden that

Remains with me-

Forever mine

Forever waiting

Waiting

Just whispering

Always here

Just waiting