I
am sick.
Desperately sick
feverishly sick
ravenously sick
They say it's my heart
that it can't go on like it has
that it's been just too much
too long
It's rare, maybe congenital
it is strained
the muscle overstretched
does not function properly
How could it, really?
it has loved wrongly
it has hoped blindly
it has trusted foolishly
And it just cannot take it anymore
the silence
the coldness
the lack
This existential myocarditis
I'm told I don't have much time
There's either a full transplant
or letting myself die--
So, do I choose to stay me
and bleed
or have a change of heart
and never feel
I am sick.
Brutally sick
Perpetually sick
Exhaustingly sick
And I just don't want to be.
