Heart of BlackA Poem by Jack Necron (Aubrey Jack Peaslee)Many memories lost to the hours In this apartment that’s still ours Now in name and living space only The hearts within it are empty It’s the story of a love gone bad Giving up on what we once had. The truth has come from push and shove I’m a shadow and a thought of what she loved Standing here pleading my case In her eyes I've fallen from grace The man in the mirror isn’t what she wanted I’m not everything she needed. Beyond that door is endless warfare A knife could cut the tension in the air Despite saying things neither of us really mean Can’t prevent the spark igniting the gasoline My soul slowly burns into glass Soon collapsing from all these cracks. I try to laugh and keep a happy mood When asked if I’m okay, I lie and say “I’m good” Doubt I can keep this mask on long Dying now that the light within is gone Suffering from that very thing I lack I need a heart transplant since mine’s grown black. It’s a coin toss if you’ll want me today Or hate me tomorrow If we will find a way Or perish like Juliet and Romeo This relationship is on life support It’s foundation continues to distort No matter what I seem to do It avoids any attempt at rescue My purgatory is that every single day I watch it once more fade away. How did she go from being my everything To both of us feeling nothing? Day in and day out, it’s become a trend I think it’d be easier if it’d end Instead of walking home to the nightmare Of a romance no longer there. I know it’s not just one person But both of us that let it come undone The blue hues above withered to grey Now there’s no stars within that sky I miss how it all was back when I’d give anything to have it like that again. © 2016 Jack Necron (Aubrey Jack Peaslee)Featured Review
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StatsAuthorJack Necron (Aubrey Jack Peaslee)MEAboutI'm the following: A writer. A photo editor. An artist. An avid disc golfer. A snowboarder. Writing is my deepest passion. I've been trying to get published and have succeeded to an extent.. more..Writing
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