Gasping

The weight of my heart

is crushing my lungs

into a sweet oblivion

of poetic torture

While my skin scars

beneath tears

marring my soul

My bones crumble

into volcanic ash

Everything I am

Everything I was

Everything

I could have been

Is lost in every

facile breath you take

And inside you

within that iceberg rib cage

lies a heart that will never

know how to love

By Samantha Pruitt

Author's Note

Facile ... (especially of a theory or argument) appearing neat and comprehensive only by ignoring the true complexities of an issue; superficial, Shallow ect ect

Reviews

[Pushkar Prabhat]

this is brilliant fluid poem.....
powerful words.....
heartfelt......
"
Everything I am

Everything I was

Everything
I could have been

Is lost in every
facile breath you take"

Bravo!!!

i loved it!!!
:)