The heat of a hundred suns
The weight of a thousand worlds
The sad, slow slide into darkness.
There's no handholds in the wall
No ledge to catch me as I fall.
My body grows numb as the light grows dim
Fog fills my mind and all focus is lost
But there's so much more.
I have no control
Thoughts that aren't mine scream through my head
And yet, not louder than the pain.
It pulls at every tendon
Every muscle stretched beyond its limit
Hard as rock
It never stops
And nothing ever fixes it.
I slip down farther
My heart gets harder
The pieces left are turning to ash.
I thought when it got shattered
It couldn't get any worse.
Every time another little heart stopped
I thought surely mine will too.
Piece after piece, as history repeats
I go farther into the deep.
Melynda Hoeksema
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