Horizons Suffer Heartbreaks, Too. (poem)

What's broken doesn't always need fixed,

some things are best left in pieces,

the crush of your burden, being passed on, shifted.

Aiming for a state of perpetual indifference,

how do you expect to feel what you've blocked out.

You beg me to feel the jagged corners of your soul,

with the soft whispers of darkness you spout.

Self doubt, self pity, selfish needs that overcome.

What separates a heartbeat from a ticking bomb?

the inevitable explosion, as everything comes crashing down.

Torn pieces float away, being lifted,

then dropped by the wind - the hope, the fear, the unpredictable.

Can you feel my words?

They cut slowly, deeply, precisely,

sinking past your trembling lips and shaking hands,

into your so-called crumbling heart.

Pray that God saves the wicked,

my time for you has run out.