The weight on your chest never ends.
He is the beginning,
He is the weight,
Physically crushing,
The pain follows,
Heavier than he was.
The black hole in your chest,
Ripping your insides apart.
The cuts are the closer,
The release and the cause simultaneously,
The blood runs,
You get one true breath in,
The weight returns
You know its not the end,
Tomorrow he will be there.
He will find you.
The weight will never end
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This poem is really vivid. I just wanted to let you know that you have true artistic talent. Also…. I hope that you are okay and that you have been able to find happiness in life. I don’t know you, but I care for you and I want you to be happy.
On a separate note, I am a composer and would seriously consider setting this poem to music. Please let me know if this interests you at all, I would not do it without your permission.