Tin Can Heart

Have you seen my heart?

Its dragging across the pavement in a capricious manner.

As it is dragged it endures many scrapes and bruises yet still beats all the same.

I can do nothing but wait for the rope to fray so that it can stop aching.

Piece by piece I see parts of me fall away on the roadside.

There goes kindness, compassion, and patience.

As the heart hardens it becomes necessary for these parts to fall away, to save the light.

Its barely a flicker more like an ember that burns with an ache that I cannot escape.

The irony is I hold the blade that could sever this bond, yet I keep hoping, pleading, praying

But I find that with each tendril that splinters the ache is replaced with disdain.

Yet the disdain is not towards he who has bound me, but to everything else.

Where have I gone?

My vessel is emptying, and I fear it is so cracked it will never hold anything again.

I am filled with terror that turns quickly to apathy at the sight of watching myself slipping away.

So, I sit and let the ache consume me.

Its all that he has left in his wake.